two weeks

In two weeks I'll be on a plane headed back to America. In two weeks, I won't be living with my best friends anymore. Or sleeping on a really thin mattress in a room that's painted a bad shade of pink. I won't wake up every morning excited to go see my students, because I won't have any students. In two weeks.. I will be leaving my home for the very last time. And I don't know if I'm ready for that. But then again, are we ever truly ready for anything? 

I remember my first day in China like it was yesterday. The first thing I saw after getting off that wretched plane was a fight between two chinese guys near the baggage claim. I remember the first time I walked into the strange little apartment I now call home. And my first day of teaching. I remember the first time I tried the nasty cafeteria food. And the first time I smelled stinky tofu. I remember the first time one of my students, Alan, gave me a hug and told me he loved me. I remember the first time all ten of us american girls rode the city bus. And the time we walked around for 45 minutes at 4 am trying to find a taxi. The list goes on and on.

This past Sunday, we said our first goodbyes to the wonderful Nagy family. They're from Hungary, and have welcomed us into their home from day one. From feeding us spiritually to physically, they were so good to us. I truly believe that God puts certain people in our lives for a reason. 

All of the memories I've made, the experiences I've had, and all of the wonderful people I've met since I've been here, have changed me in one way or any other and I will be forever grateful for that. I love you China, and I'm going to miss you so much!