Often it feels like...

People in our "line of business", aidwork, get reassigned to a new duty station every two, three or four years.
Often life feels like a continuous string of hello's and goodbye's. We meet people, we make friends, take them in our heart. Then a breath later, we get reassigned to a new duty station and say goodbye, meet new people, make new friends.
Only to say goodbye again a breath later.



Video taken at Fiumicino airport near Rome this evening.