Our flight landed into Salt Lake City twenty minutes early. We had left Iasi over twenty-four hours prior and our families were waiting downstairs with signs, balloons and warm embraces. Instead of rushing down to greet them, Mindy and I stopped in the bathroom and took our time. I was excited to see my family – I loved them and missed them more than they’d know, but I was not happy to be home.
I tried my hardest to act cheerful, but reality set in as I had to say goodbye to Mindy – my bed partner, my classmate, my co-worker, my hospital buddy, my new best friend – and leave with my family. The drive home was quiet.
My friends were waiting for me at the house and my mom had prepared a yummy feast. She asked me to bless the food. After thanking God for the safe trip home and the wonderful experiences I had, I pleaded with Him to please take care of the children I had left behind. The tears were not obedient and I opened my wet eyes to see the faces of loved ones so happy to see me, but unfortunately I could not reciprocate the feelings. I felt so lost.
People had warned me that it was going to be hard to say goodbye, and they were right. That night, I left my king-sized bed and crawled into my little sister’s double bed with her. I closed my eyes and thought back on the last fifteen weeks – on the good and bad experiences that had taught me so much.
In this paper I am going to discuss four experiences I had in Romania and what I learned from each...
I tried my hardest to act cheerful, but reality set in as I had to say goodbye to Mindy – my bed partner, my classmate, my co-worker, my hospital buddy, my new best friend – and leave with my family. The drive home was quiet.
My friends were waiting for me at the house and my mom had prepared a yummy feast. She asked me to bless the food. After thanking God for the safe trip home and the wonderful experiences I had, I pleaded with Him to please take care of the children I had left behind. The tears were not obedient and I opened my wet eyes to see the faces of loved ones so happy to see me, but unfortunately I could not reciprocate the feelings. I felt so lost.
People had warned me that it was going to be hard to say goodbye, and they were right. That night, I left my king-sized bed and crawled into my little sister’s double bed with her. I closed my eyes and thought back on the last fifteen weeks – on the good and bad experiences that had taught me so much.
In this paper I am going to discuss four experiences I had in Romania and what I learned from each...
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Do we get to read the paper? :)
Coming home was so hard!
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