Good Bye

I knew it was coming but wasn't sure how I'd feel leaving Turkmenistan.

I spent the last few days rigorously saying my good-byes, but not really feeling the blow just yet.

The night before I left Yoloten I had dinner at my best friend in Yoloten's house and we hugged each other and cried and made plans to hopefully see each other again and never lose contact.

I visited some students right before leaving Yoloten and we hugged and I promised to help them with anything I possibly could in the future.

And standing at the airport with my friends, we stood there and cried and held each other and promised to never forget.

And I sat on the plane continuously calling and texting random friend and family, still saying good-bye.

As the plane started moving the tears started flowing uncontrollably and I couldn't believe I was actually leaving.

I'll never forget.

The past two years have been the best two years of my life.