Only 10 more days left until we go back to the states.
Have been going around saying goodbyes.
It wears your heart down, so it does.
Am sad whenever I hear the word "last", "Mary can you come over for a last dinner before you go?" "Let's go out one last time." "Let the kids play one last time."
Tears started to flow down my face just typing that.
Perhaps it would have been better if I'd stayed in my house the whole time I was here, protected my heart. Refused all offers of friendships....but that's not me. I jump into friendships like there's no tomorrow.....and end up gutted when tomorrow finally does arrive.
As Pooh Bear once said "Forever isn't very long at all, when I'm with you."
Alas, the joys of knowing those I've befriended here far outweigh the sadness I now feel. It's just hard to remind myself of that each time I bid farewell.