Saturday, August 10, 2013
i promised myself i wouldn't cry.
and i didn't. i didn't cry at the end of school. i didn't cry at my goodbye party. i didn't cry when all my bags were packed, or when we left the house, or during the car ride.
except then i said goodbye to my family, and that promise basically flew out the window.
it was hard to say goodbye to my grandparents and my aunt and my parents and my sisters and my little brother. still, they know that i will only be gone for a year.
but how do you explain exchange to a two-year-old?
my littlest sister doesn't know that i'm leaving for a year. she can't comprehend that i will be in another country. she doesn't understand that when i leave, i will be living on the other side of the world.
and so i look at her and tell her the things i know to be true.
"hannah is going
and you will not see her
for a long, long time.
but you know what?
hannah loves you,
and she's coming back."
"i'm coming back."