I am in Suva now. It seems surreal as I attempt to finish everything in the Peace Corps office before going back to the west. My flight is at 4pm on Wednesday. The day I have been dreading, the day I never thought would come, is just around the corner. Unbelievable.
On Saturday, I left the island. The entire past week was filled with farewell feasts (fish, lobster and mangoes!), hugs, kava, tears, and NO sleep. I am mentally, emotionally and physically exhausted, and it feels like I am dreaming. I don’t think it will hit me until I am at the airport on Wednesday- with the village. They are bringing in 2 boats from the island for my airport tatau.
I have been so touched and truly humbled over the past week. The length that my family and friends went to to see me off has truly touched me. I have never felt so loved and accepted by an entire community, and I am so so sad to leave. I consider the entire village of 250 people to be my family, and I can’t believe that I am leaving them. I don’t feel ready and it breaks my heart, but I know I will never feel ready, so the only solution is to come back (SOON!)… Sadness measures the love and there is a whole lot of love.
At this point, I am too overwhelmed to truly understand how this experience has changed me and what I have learned from it, but I can tell you it has had and will continue to have an enormous impact on my life. I have learned how to love, the importance of relationships and family, and how to work together. It sounds cliche, but this experience has been life changing. I am so incredibly grateful for this opportunity.
Now, I am off to Australia. I will be decompressing on a tropical beach somewhere for 2 weeks before I go home to the snow and a Michigan Christmas.
Vina du riki valevu na vatilem loloma ni qa na vitokoni!!! Mu moce, mu moce kece sara!
Thank you so very much for all your love and support. Until next time, goodbye!