"I'm still here," I thought, while patiently hiding in my old office waiting to surprise my friends who were finishing eye exams. Two quotes I'd taped to the computer screen, my handwriting on the wall- all the phone numbers I'd collected through the years, my name on the ophthalmology call list. It was nice to know I hadn't been erased.
We never really leave a place. We always leave a part of us, wherever we go, whoever we touch along the way. Maybe that's part of eternal life.