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I stood there and said farewells. Just like others in the same place had said farewells to me few years ago. But I was leaving for ten days or so, while my friend just left for 3 months. But I didn't feel like losing something. I believe you can't lose a good friend. Certainly not to time or distance. Sure, I won't be able to see some movie or do some crazy stuff with him for some time, but it's ok.

If I felt like having lost something, it was a couple years old feeling. I now know for sure, that I could have been the guy welcoming my friend in London rather than saying goodbyes in Riga. The fact is, I didn't even try to get out. Maybe because I was kinda disappointed I didn't get the shiny thing in that international stuff. Maybe because there were a couple of people who didn't really like the idea of having me a half a continent away, and neither did I. Maybe because I had came to trust this countries educational system too much, thinking of my highschool at some level as an example rather than exception. And maybe because it was a big and scary world out there and because back then I wasn't quite the man I am now.
But sometimes you have to run before you can walk.
And sometimes I wonder what would have become of me had I made a different choice. I mean, these two,three years have actually been quite eventful for a guy so predictable as me. I've had some hard lessons I probably don't regret having. Would I be the same naive and idealistic guy I was then or would have fitting in a place far away done the same?

Hell knows. But the guy sitting in front of the computer screen and making another annoying blog is determined to follow his friend in couple years. One way or the other.