Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Goodbye is hard.

I just returned from a 2 night stay in Brownsville, Texas. It is the place where I finished growing up, graduated high school and met my best friends. I've known them since I was twelve. These days, half of us don't even live in the same state but we get together whenever possible. I knew I had to make the 4.5 hour drive to see them because it will be a while before we reunite again.

It was great, until I had to say goodbye. I don't like that part. It makes me wonder how things will be the day I fly out to Romania and say goodbye to my family. I'm not scared about what I'll be encountering over there as much as I am scared about what I will be missing here.

Fears and tears, what good are they to anyone? :) The move happens in 12 days!


Stephen says:
at: January 25, 2011 at 9:55 AM said...

We miss the "baby"
See you soon!

My story:

Girl meets boy.
Love strikes.
Boy moves to Romania,
girl (now engaged) follows suit.

I'll be living abroad for the first time in my life beginning January 11th 2011. Follow this blog if you want to see my adventures.