leaving again, but not me

Boss was asking me would you like to shift to Thailand for this project? , she was talking to me while jumped into cab last night. mw, what about your comments? should I go or not? she asked then.

Today, while she and Fattie came out the front gate, I am going she said. Fattie also joins this leaving this time, but he flies to Saudi Arabia.

I feel a bit lonely this time when colleagues are going to be shifted, but I am not.

Does travelling connect our feeling? Or my nomads’ spirit?
Leaving, leaving…leaving always…