The people who didn't say goodbye to me.

I gave everyone a goodbye. Nobody followed up. The night before I left London I booked a rooftop. Handwriten letters. A photo for each person. The most intentional goodbye I've ever given anyone. Then I moved to Spain. And the silence started. This is about the grief of losing friendships: not through a fight, or drama. Just through the slow fade nobody warns you about. And about buying a LEGO set at 33 cos sometimes that's all you can do. If you're somewhere in this, I see you! Chapters: 0:00 The most intentional goodbye 1:06 The silence of losing friends 2:08 Comparing connection: Latin America vs. Europe 3:14 When you're the only one reaching out 4:18 Reconnecting with my inner child (and Legos) 5:24 The cost of reinventing yourself