Today I had to say goodbye to Ema, who is going to Texas tommorrow and won't be back until three hours after I leave Friday. It was a sad time.
I am definitely seeing God's work in this transition though. He's been making the goodbyes a little easier, and comforting me in knowing that I will see all of these people again. I don't think it's hitting me, and I hope it doesn't. I knew this day was coming, and now that it's here, I'm adjusted to that.
It's going to be great to be home and to see everyone. There are many friends that I will not see for a few weeks, but I will get to see most of them next week, and as for my family, well, we have have big plans to hang out this weekend (and I FINALLY get to meet Clayton!). I am very much looking forward to this, along with some jambalaya and the sounds of the Big Easy.
Living in New York has been a grand experience, and there are a thousand little things I will miss, but I'm starting to see that this applies to anywhere you go. I'll always be thinking of things I miss about the last place I lived, so why not enjoy them while you can, and cherish the fact that you had them.