We are on the train leaving Lutsk for Kiev, and we are all crying. Masha met us at the train station with her friend Masha. She brought us cell phone charms and little notes. I can’t believe how quickly this has gone. I had been on weekend trips before this and totally thought that a month would be forever long, I thought that it would be enough time for me to long for the change of venue and be happy to move on to the next place, I was wrong. A month is enough time to make wonderful friends who you leave in tears at the train station, its enough time to fall in love with the children and stray dogs , enough time to get lost enough to finally have a handle on the bus routes, its enough time to establish favorite hang outs and become recognizable around town, to learn the specials at the super market and a few short cuts and that is all. I am far from ready to leave here, I feel like we have just started and are just getting our footing and now we have to leave.

 
I think this is going to be much harder than I thought. I told Sydney I hope this is one of our hardest goodbyes and that we just don’t make amazing friends like Masha anywhere else. She said that she hopes we will and that we probably will. It just seems too much, to get to the next place and try to love them as much as the people you are still freshly missing. More than that I worry I’ll forget. Its my tendancy to forget and I don’t want to forget this. I don’t want to forget loving Masha or getting lost or freezing in terror at the wienner dog attack. I wonder if my heart and mind can retain it all, its only been 3 weeks and I can barely remember that anything existed before Ukraine. My heart is heavy and my eyes are straining to keep the tears from running down my face.