I’ve been counting down the remaining days that we’ll all be leaving. It’s too easy for me to make fun of it, and I could be mean but I find it funny when people just hit me and tell me to stop. But at the same time, it’s the reality–we’re all leaving, going back to our respective places and face the “real life”.
As I keep on making fun of it, my heart’s slowly getting heavy. I know why but I pretend I don’t ’cause I don’t want to realize the fact that it’s getting nearer. We’ll be home at some point. And I hate the feeling ’cause I love everything here—the place, food, and people. There are relationships which just started to dig deeper, moments that are cherished and yet time’s limited now. These are the things that make my heart feel heavy.
I’ve met new friends, got trusted and loving best friends, had a list of crushes (yeah yeah!) and praying for one thing (if you know what I mean). And I’ll miss them the most by the time I head home ’cause no one knows when we’re all meeting again. Maybe soon, maybe 2 years from now, or maybe never.
During my stay here I learned a lot of things and I must say my life has been changed since I came here. It’s such a blessing and encouragement for me to hear stories of other people and to experience His greatness and awesomeness. And I got no great words to describe how thankful I am for everything.
12 days more and I’m making the most out of it.