It’s always so surreal leaving a place that you’ve turned into your home, even if it was just for a few months. Leaving Cali after spending the last ten months there with yet another group that became my temporary “family” is strange. It never feels like I’m actually leaving places to not go back…“but this is where I live” is what I think when I try to convince myself that I’m actually moving away. The fact that it takes so long for it to hit me each time makes it easier for me to leave, though. By watching my friends get upset as they go through the same process, I’ve realized that I’ve actually gotten quite good at leaving. I remember crying a lot a time or two when I left Mexico because I didn’t know when I’d be back or when I’d see my friends from there again. Since those times, though, I’ve kept in touch with everyone and I’ve ended up seeing them again much sooner than I thought I would. By understanding that it’s not really “goodbye” to my friends but more like “see you in some other country for an adventure so awesome that we couldn’t even dream it up right now,” I’ve been able to turn moving into an almost completely positive experience. I’m the one that doesn’t cry when we all say goodbye, which I’m proud of (even though “crying can be healthy and blah blah blahhh”) because I hate crying. Another thing that helps is that I’ve barely even left myself five minutes to be sad about leaving; I packed my last days in Cali with dancing and hanging out with friends and I have trips to Cincinnati, Chicago and Pittsburgh planned during my three-week stay in Cleveland before I pick up and move to Korea. So here’s to having an awesome, busy life, filled with amazing people and cool adventures and absolutely no room for sadness!
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