Clockwatching

Why do we have to leave? It seems like everyone is counting down the days until we go. Every day I hear "only ## days left!" I can't go anywhere without a number shoved in my face. But why is everyone so anxious to get back? Yeah, I get it. America. Family. Showers that won't scald you on a moments notice and the luxury of people understanding your every word. But who gives?

This is it. After ## days, I'm out of here, and I won't be coming back. English will no longer be a secret code. Siesta's will be unthinkable. Pretending to understand my roommate's twisted portuguese/spanish, a distant memory. The friends that I've made here, that I've laughed with, shared secrets with, made memories with, even cried with-- well, they will no longer be within my grasp. I think that is the hardest part. Home will always be waiting for me, but this won't. This is now and then no more. I can't understand how everyone is so ready, so willing to get away from it. 


2 comments:

  1. Awww Lyse! I'm sorry. Of course everyone is so excited for you and Melis to come home but I understand not wanting to leave. Make the very best of the time you have left. You still have time to make many more amazing memories! I can't wait to see you and hear about all your stories. If you ever want to go back, I'll go with you next time!

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  2. This posting is just the beginning of painful good byes in your life. It seems to make your life so much more colorful and interesting. Welcome to LIFE!

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