Until Next Time
I am writing this post with mixed feelings. On the one hand, I’m super excited to move back home and see my friends and family again. At the same time, however, I’m incredibly sad at the thought of leaving my friends (some who have become like family) in Jozi.
For the past two months, my coworker has asked me every couple days, “You’re coming back to SA, right?”
“Don’t worry. I’m already plotting my return,” I’ve laughed.
I think almost every day in May she said, “I’m going to miss you.”
“Don’t start,” I’ve warned. “You know I’m going to miss you too and I don’t want to start crying in the office.”
I’ve been extremely lucky with the amazing people I’ve met here as well as the wonderful opportunities I’ve had to travel and experience this country.
In all honesty, though, the more I travel the more I realize that all those marvelous experiences aren’t really that remarkable after all. Please don’t get me wrong – I loved hiking the Drakensberg and swimming in Lake Malawi. But it doesn’t matter how many indigenous forests I explore or pristine beaches I suntan on: it’s the people that are important.
The more I travel, the more grateful I become for the people in my life.
Whether it’s my dad sending me Kyusho Jitsu video clips.
Or my mom’s daily email.
Or my sister’s scolding messages (“Be Be, you shouldn’t drink so much.”)
Or a phone call from a new acquaintance, “Want to hang out tonight?”
Or keeping in touch with friends who are becoming increasingly scattered all over the world.
These people mean way more to me than swimming with tiger sharks or any mountain view.
So thank you, World. Thank you, Humanity. Thanks for being awesome!
Thanks for being awesome everywhere.