here we are, at the airport in san jose, costa rica, waiting to board our flight to the ft. lauderdale. our term is up, just as suddenly as it began, the eleven months are completed. we’ve become pros at waiting in line to check-in, whizzing through security; our packs either much heavier or lighter than they were when we first left the u.s./canada.
it doesn’t feel real, that our paths are now diverging.
could it be because i know deep down inside, “every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end”?
i’ll blog again – maybe the reality will sink in and i will be the same puddle of tears once i arrive home in new york and realize everyone isn’t around anymore, the same kind that i shed when i first left.
