Away from home

I didn't start missing people until the day of my flight. When I left church that day I had started missing those Sunday friends already; people I had grown up with, served alongside, and/or cared for. I knew it would be almost impossible to to find the kind of camaraderie I had with these friends. Young and not-so-young alike.

Then I had lunch with the girls, referring to the five girls who are probably the only ones who can make me do things I don't want to do. I always refer to them as 'the girls' in my head and my planner. I was all right during lunch, but started to feel sad when we parted ways after lunch. I miss our dinner dates.

Throughout the entire process of applying, waiting for confirmation, making arrangements to come here, etc, I knew I would miss my family. A given. But I didn't think much about it I guess, as my mind was occupied with 'what if they reject me after 2 months' thoughts and later when I had confirmation, with 'thank God!', 'I can't believe this is happening', and 'what else do I need to settle before I go' thoughts. Even after checking-in at the airport I was fine. Only when we were at the customs did I start feeling super emo. SUPER. I wanted to find a place to sit down and indulge in my emo-ness.

I didn't.

I miss life back home, the people, the compactness of the country, the transportation, the convenience. Not that life here is bad of course, especially if one drives. Almost everyone I've met is friendly and nice. It's so amazing. And the thing I love most about this place now is the sky. So blue and clear in the day and filled with stars at night. Makes me happy just staring at them.