Last night a boatload of other people gathered at my neighborhood pool for the last time. I’m kind of shocked how many people came out to see me, and how sore my jaw was this morning from talking for four hours straight. I’ve always considered myself an expert in such a field, but even I can be talked-out.
I held strong for most of the night, even though I’m the quintessential ‘cryer’. I cry when any emotion reaches a certain level. Happy? Cry. Sad? Cry. Tired? Cry. Overjoyed? Cry. I made it until the very last quarter of the party when I had to start saying goodbye to the people I had leaned on most these last few years. The people who were with me through all my milestones, big and small. The frozen yogurt dates, the coffee talks, the complaints about work over drinks– It seemed like these were the people who had been with me most through this crazy application and the stress that came with it. They had been rooting for me to head off to do big things, and now I had to let them head their way and me head mine. When everyone cleared out at the end of the night, me and the Boyfriend stayed in the parking lot for a few minutes while I cried like a baby.
It was one of my first big cries, since I’ve surprisingly kept it mostly together over the past few weeks. I’ll let you in on my secret technique: I pretend like I’m not leaving.
Yep. I know that come next Wednesday I have to board a flight to Philly, but before that I’m just treating everyday like how I treated days 6 months ago. Peace Corps? What’s that? Nah, I don’t think I know anything about going to a Peace Corps thing…
But enough about being sad, more about being happy. A big thank-you to all those people who showed up last night. Though we won’t hang out again for a little while, I look forward to seeing your faces on Skype, once I figure out how to hook that up in-country. And I hope everyone that wanted one took home a curious George mask, because those things were awesome. (And so were the peace rings, Mom.)
Not tomorrow, not the day after, but the day after THAT, I head out. Too crazy! It’s Staging Eve Eve Eve, as someone in my family would be bound to say.