It's that time of year again...

The great thing about being at an International School and part of an international community, is that you make friends from all over the world.
The not so great thing is that many of these friends only stay for brief periods in the scheme of things.
June is the time when the good friends you've made tend to leave.
You wish them well and hope that their new adventures work out being the best thing for them, but at the same time selfishly wish a volcano would explode or a typhoon would come and mean that they wouldn't have to go just yet.

Which is more painful, I wonder, to always have to leave, or to always be left behind?