It’s all change. A few people are heading off for new opportunities at work. A couple of friends are moving away. There’s a slight risk I’m going to feel left behind. Or… 

I mean, I don’t actually want to go anywhere. I like it here. I guess I might like it a bit less once some of the people who make it so great aren’t around anymore. But equally there might be some amazing people on the way to take their places. And I still get to stay in touch (or at least use my extensive social media stalking skills to give me the impression I’m still in touch) with the people leaving too. Bonus.

It’s really easy to get swept along in the excitement and slight jealousy around other people making big life changing decisions, and feel as if that’s what you want too. Especially if you have a love of constant change and a general low level fidgetyness about you. If the grass is always greener on the other side of your own fence, it’s positively lush and filled with clover on the other side of everyone else’s. But then it’s only when those people are off, enjoying the new life they’ve planned and rolling about in their clover, that you find yourself wondering aimlessly in some muddy field, trying to work out why you were so eager to change things in the first place.

I think I’ll stick it out. With all these people leaving, things are going to be different for a while. They might get interesting. They might get better. They might not. But then they’ll probably go back to something like how they are now anyway. And when they do, I can always leave. 

Although chances are I won’t. I like it here.