life has become something transitory and unfamiliar, even in my still-familiar surroundings. our schedule is starting to get wonky as we try to fit in random shopping trips, visits with friends and all sorts of odd little tasks in preparation for our departure.
i’m starting to feel really ready, and am also really scared for the plane flight (yeah, i’m that kind of chicken.) i’m not afraid of the cultural differences, or the lifestyle changes, or anything like that. i’m scared of flying. when did this happen? i’ve flown before!
i find myself getting inwardly sentimental—standing around bonfires with friends, realizing that this won’t be happening again for quite some time. it really gives me a chance to reflect, though. it’s taken me five years to feel so strongly about these people. i love the friends i have, the life i’ve made for myself. everyone reassures me, reminding me that two years will fly by. and i know it will. but i’ll be missing out on some major milestones—weddings, babies, bonfires and barbecues.
can i cultivate such valuable friendships in china? this will have to be one of my personal goals. tomorrow marks one month until our departure! i just want to scoop up all my loved ones and carry them with me.