Everybody left for home this afternoon. The rush of last minute shopping, packing, getting to the airport and checking in meant that we didn't have time to think about the goodbye until the moment we arrived at the departure gate.
It was almost like the scene from back in May when I had to say goodbye to them. I didn't think I was going to cry but I did. We did. It hit my sister the hardest because we had such a great time together here. The ten days we were together made it seem like we've never been apart. We spent the whole time together and the long, slow days here made it seem longer than just ten days. And after being together, we hated to have to be apart again.
This time, though, it's a bit better because Pete is here with me. At least I could hug him for comfort. We stood huddled together as we tried to catch glimpses of my family as they went past the security check, waving at them when they turned back to look at us and stayed as long as we could before they walked towards their boarding gate.
I was not in a hurry to go home to the empty apartment so we had a leisurely lunch and walked around the park near town. The walk helped a little. We passed by more places to bring them and we started to look forward to their next visit. Looking ahead, and not thinking about what I'll miss about them made me feel so much better. I'm still sad that my family is 9,924km away again, but I know that we will see each other again some day.
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