It is so hard to leave a place you’ve called home. I remember, as a kid, being sad to leave campsites we occupied for two days. We are presently in the stage in our move from Seoul to Seattle where we count our remaining time in days and sometimes hours. We are all walking around, smiling but carrying around this foreboding feeling in our stomachs. It is a feeling that sharpens your senses. We notice details like we did when we first arrived. We are re-appreciating everything. In three days we will roll down this hill past this “Goodbye”, but unlike the thousands of time before, it will hold much more meaning.We have lived a blessed life here on the SFS campus and it will be a painful trip to the airport but the nine and a half hours across the Pacific will be just the time we need to refocus our attention on the joys of Seattle and the love that awaits us there. It is time to go; That is clear. But, as anyone who has done this knows, it is not easy. Our goal these next few days is to maximize time with people we love and appreciate all our blessings, every hour we have left.
Maybe this is something we should do all the time.
This will be the last post. I did start this blog as a possible way to continue documenting our lives online. Who knows if that will actually happen. I sometimes think that approaching our move to Seattle as foreigners would be wise: maybe help us to marvel at this incredible city, to be more adventurous, to explore and appreciate more, to forgive flaws more quickly and laugh at crazy things more easily.
What a blessed life we live. Thanks for reading.