I've never really liked "goodbyes." Most of the time I just trick myself into thinking that I'll see the people I bid farewell to sooner rather than later. Which results in this strengthening thought that lingers in the very back of my mind and keeps whispering, "You'll see them again soon!" as long as my heart keeps longing to be with them.
I guess you could say I'm real good at ripping off the bandaid real fast. The quicker the better. Just get it all done at once, I say. The longer and more drawn out it is directly correlated with the pain that is felt in the process. This will be my second goodbye and I don't really know what to expect. I never know what to expect, to be honest. My emotions are entirely unpredictable. But I can guarantee you that the very moment I step off the plane in Korea and see my sweet mission president and his wife again for the first time.... I'm going to sob. Excessively, probably.
It's amazing how quickly time passes. Before I know it I'll be home for good-- but let's not think about THAT just yet. I've got nine glorious months left of my missionary adventure in Korea and I look forward to it with a heart full of hope.
So this is farewell, again-- but if you want to follow along on part two of "CaLea in Korea," then you can mozy on over to my mission blog and be a part of my journey there. (And who KNOWS what sort of adventures will occur in the last months of my mission? I mean-- in the first half I made my companion pee her pants in public, accidentally ended up in a bar on a sunday night, ate dog soup, and bathed in public with a plethora of Korean grandmas. It's a party.)
Stick around and I'll see ya when I see ya.
Oh, and we can be pen-pals if you want.
My letters are good and I always send cute stickers.
Sister CaLea Bagley