I said good-bye to my family today.
Sometimes being a missionary or being connected to people who are missionaries sucks.
Being involved in any type of missions work requires a constant string of awful, heart-wrenching goodbyes.
I’ve decided that saying good-bye is a form of torture.
I’ve been involved in missions for nine years now, I’ve said hello and goodbye to hundreds of people who all have a piece of my heart.
I used to think that leaving and saying the lethal word, “goodbye” would be easier by now but I’m realizing that it always sucks.
Leaving the people you love always hurts you deep. It pierces your heart and makes you feel like the only way to express how you feel is to cry. But you don’t want to cry. You want to be strong for the people you love and let them know that you’re okay.
When I left Cuba for the first time, I sat on my bed and cried for a long time.
When I left Haiti, I cried for a week straight every night.
When I hugged my best friends and left for Peru, I cried as I walked away, forcing myself to not look back cause I knew how badly it would hurt.
When I left my family in May last year, I cried on the plane as I read the letters they had written to me.
When I left Canada two weeks ago, I cried as I walked away from my boyfriend.
Today I cried as my family hugged me goodbye.
Goodbyes never get any easier. We can trick ourselves into saying the cheesy line; “well it’s just a ‘see you later!’” But that doesn’t actually make anything better, it doesn’t take away the pain and the sadness of not being able to see the people you love, to hug them and hear their voice.
For missionaries or for people who have family and friends as missionaries, it’s just as hard to leave and say goodbye on the hundredth time as it was on the first time.
This is my goodbye to you this time Puerto Maldonado, Peru. I love you and I love that you hold my big, wild, crazy family. Until next time.