The time has come to bid a fond farewell to my truest of loves and make my way across the ocean to Asia.
As I type I am sitting in my Grandmother’s living room. It’s 12:35 a.m. and I’ll be waking up my Mom and Dad in just 3 hours to drive me to the airport. A couple of butterflies have made themselves quite comfortable in my stomach.
The last few days have been a blur of joy and sadness.
Although I am terribly excited (and cannot wait to see my dear friend Therese) I am also quite nervous and am leaving behind a wonderful group of friends and family. Luckily, I have had the opportunity to visit with most of them this week, jotting down addresses for postcards and sharing prolonged hugs.
Two of the loveliest ladies, Tania and Beth, threw me a going away tea party. It was 1950s themed and we ate pastries, listened to Elvis and painted tea cups.
It was the perfect evening and the perfect way to say goodbye.
On Sunday I spent my last day with Sam which included a skating outing to Victoria Park and breakfast at Billy’s – some of my favourite London activities. I’m going to miss that boy and our cozy home while I’m away.
Now I am just waiting, expectantly and excitedly. My backpack is leaning against the couch and I am eager to step off the plane in Seoul, South Korea and be greeted by my long lost pal.