as of today, i have exactly 3 weeks until my departure from mozambique.
it's cliché and also a bit futile to say that time has flown by. but it really has. where did these past months go??
i don't consider myself the blatantly expressive type. the emotional type. the sappy type.
my mentality has always been,
que será, será. life goes on.
but i can feel it. the sadness that comes along with the impending sense of inevitable good bye's.
i remember writing on my college application essay many years ago: "i hate saying good byes because they always feel like betrayal." maybe (and probably) i'm more emotional than i consider myself to be, or maybe, even then, i was tired of having to make transitions all the time. my life, as a simple sum, has been that of a gypsy. my family moved all the time. never settling. always moving. moving for better or for worse. but that was life. and good byes were a part of life.
and so here it is.
it is time to say good bye.
it's not time to reflect upon my stay in africa yet.
...but what am i talking about?!
i still have 3 more weeks to go!