It never gets any easier leaving family and friends to go back to my adopted home. There's this rush of emotions that you can't stop and suddenly you find yourself holding back sobs (it's just too embarassing to have snot running down your nose as you sob uncontrollably). Ahhh vanity, my savior. This time, it's especially hard for me to leave. I've been given a chance to touch base with my good friends, and I remember why I miss home so much. It's not so much where I am, but who I'm with that matters now. I'm torn between two countries, and leaving each one is difficult because of who I am leaving behind. I've been able to spend a lot of time with the people I love, some of them too short a time, but nonetheless every single second spent with them counts. I bumped into friends I wanted to see but just couldn't arrange our schedules to fit, it happened to me more than once during this trip. Serendipity is a word I've learned during this trip. I've also realized how much I've grown emotionally (and physically...I've had too many halo halos, each one of them savored).
I will see you again soon. You can bet on that.
