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Isn’t it so bizarre and beautiful how we can experience different emotions simultaneously? Last night it was my birthday BYO and also at the same time, O and I were not in a good place in our relationship. But somehow, even though I spent most of the afternoon crying, I was still able to go to the BYO AND have a really great time despite O also being there. Sad about our relationship, and really deeply happy about spending time with great friends.

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I’ve had the best day with one of my very good friends and tomorrow he flies to Istanbul.

It’s a weird moment in time – the dusk of his time in Wellington before resuming his new normal overseas. Goodbyes are hard, but also make me very grateful for having relationships and connections that make it difficult to part ways. It’s like Winnie the Pooh says – how lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.