At 3am everyone’s alarms started to go off. Tuesday all of our squad except 7 girls left to travel to Puerto Cavezas to do hurricane relief. I am one of the girls that stayed behind to work in Grenada, Nicaragua this month. I do not know what was wrong with me on Tuesday morning. I cried like I was never going to see my squad again. My heart broke to let them go. Honestly it is no big deal. I will see them again on February 29th for debrief. But then reality set in. I have less than 3 months left. I will have to let them go. My family of 25 people will no longer be by my side. These past 8 months I have been completely spoiled. I have always had a shoulder to lean on, an ear to vent to, an arm to hold onto and someone to sleep next to. Right now I can not imagine a day with out them. We have all revealed the good, bad and the ugly about ourselves. The beautiful part about that is despite our flaws we love each other so deeply. I don’t want reality to set in. I have no clue what I am going to do when I get home, where I will live or what it will feel like to be there. My comfort zones have completely changed. My comforts used to be a hot shower, warm bed, comfortable surroundings and a full belly. Now my comfort lies in 25 unexpected people.
