Today I was confronted with a difficult fact, for the second time. The first time it was when I left Footprint Publishing for the last time. That fact was that I am not only leaving behind places and things that I have grown to love, but also people, who might actually think about me once or twice when they notice I am not where I usually am at a particular time.
This morning I went to the farmer's market, as I do every Saturday morning because I am occasionally a housewife. I went to have a chat with the man who sells the most delicious tarts and pies, as I have a few times previously, and was startled to see he seemed to greet me with a smile, as if he was expecting me. I mentioned that next weekend would be my last farmer's market in Bath, and he told me to "come 'round next week" and he might have something for me. This simple gesture and the cheerful way he always talks to me moved me quite a large amount. I was struck by how nice people in Bath are, and how easy it is to get free pie.
Next I went to the Organic Garden, as I do mostly every week. I visited the onions I had planted so long ago, and I weeded them carefully. We are all trying to help the garden look its best for the Open Day coming up. No less than three people came up to me and, remembering I had been sick the week before, asked me how I was feeling. The thing was, they did not just ask. They actually cared. I was so extremely touched to see that I had made some true friends here in Bath without even trying. Somehow, while I was weeding and watering, bonds had sprung up between my fellow gardeners and I. These people do not live with me, they do not have classes with me, many of them were not born in the same decade as me. They did not need to be nice to me, or even know my name, much less care about how I was feeling. But they did, simply and completely. Faith in humanity stronger than ever. I can't wait to go to the Open Day at the Organic Garden on Monday, and take advantage of the time I have left with these amazing people.
Going backwards for a moment, I should mention that last Tuesday I had my last internship day, and last Wednesday I had my last meeting with the Footprint people. Amongst all my freaking out in the last post I forgot to mention that I was actually really sad to leave behind the people at Footprint. Way more sad than I thought I would be. It turns out I had really been looking forward to chatting with the people around me about weekend plans and the best places to go for fish n' chips. It was with much regret and a heavy heart that I left MY office for the final time that Wednesday, even though I had gotten such good news only a few minutes before. I really hope that I can keep in touch with my coworkers and friends, and I do not mean that only in a "please help me get a job" way. I absolutely will miss you guys.
Man this is just going to get sadder as I get closer to leaving, isn't it?
Aww...don't be sad, Hannah! You can still communicate with them across an ocean. It's worked for us! :D On a separate note, there is a distinct lack of ponies in this blog post, which disappoints me.
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