Moving from a place to another, to me, has become just a 'List of things to do'. Isn’t it kind of sad?
Where are the human components? Whatever happened to living in the moment? Oh, oh, that’s right, I forgot about this new policy I’m following presently. It’s better not to feel sad leaving behind friends now; rather it’s healthy to miss them much, once far away, and think about things that I could have said and done when I had the chance.
The emotional part of the equation sucks big time.