exactly two years ago, i was getting off a plane in munich, germany, and heading for another that would take me to dusseldorf. this is what i wrote in my journal on the 29th, when i left my parents and little brother:
it’s a strange feeling when someone tells you to say goodbye to your family. there i stood, following a man who stopped to say, “um, you can… say goodbye here.” those words went straight to my heart. say goodbye? to my mother and father and brother?
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December 31, 2007 at 3:06 pm
grettajane
I found that in growing up as a global nomad saying goodby to friends becomes nonchalant and seems almost unnecessary because I know from the minute I meet them that I will have to say goodbye. It’s more like a “see ya later.” But saying goodbye to my family whom I have forever and I know I will see again in a few months becomes heart wrenching and however much I prepare myself for it, I cry every time!
January 5, 2008 at 2:25 am
Andorinha
yeah! that’s so true!