The Gravity of Goodbye

Is there anything harder than goodbyes?

Now that I'm staring the end of Peace Corps in the face, the gravity of saying goodbye to the people I've grown to love is starting to weigh me down a bit.

The finality of this goodbye is heavier somehow than any other I've ever known. I had a dream the other day that resembled the Six Feet Under finale(if you haven't seen it you need to!) with Sia's "Breathe Me" playing in the background. Like Claire, I have no idea how to say goodbye to Tarnaveni and my friends here. Over the past week, my view of the town has changed...I don't call it home anymore because my heart is moving on, and I am sad.

Tonight, I spent the evening sitting around the Coman family kitchen table snacking on goodies (I taught them to make brownies) and playing Rummi like I've done so many times before. We laughed, told stories, and trash talked a little bit...I love them, but I can't deny how much I'm looking forward to doing the very same thing around my Grandma's kitchen table after Sunday dinner.

I guess that's just how it goes...pretty soon I'll be telling stories about my Romanian families to my family at home instead of the other way around.

Romania has given me priceless memories...
The journey was worth it.

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