Those who know me well have likely been anticipating this post. Yes, today was indeed a very hard day. Saying farewell to loved ones is never easy, particularly if you don't know when you'll see them again. And so I found myself for the better part of the day blinking back tears and trying to talk about bland, non-emotional topics like traffic and weather. Of course, when I actually said goodbye to my dad at the bus station, I was unable to stay collected. A very tearful hug ensued, followed by more tears once he was out of sight. The good news is that there are people in my life to get sad over when we part geographically; also: a brand new bank of memories to reminisce about in the future.
An unexpected invitation from a local friend brought immediate encouragement my way. We met for dinner and talked about the opportunities + challenges of living abroad (thank you, c.s. mate). It was a healthy diversion and a good way to reset and begin mentally preparing for the hectic month ahead. Oh, did I mention that Monday is the start of an intensive, four-week teaching schedule (13 hour workdays)? I'll be busy, but maybe this will make it easier to get through the freezing January temps.
(Bright spots of color in the bus station vicinity which helped to cheer me after the sad goodbye)