And now? Good question. And now, I will take a few days to travel around Eastern Europe. Burn down the last wanderlust candle to its base – for awhile – and attempt to wrap my head around the fact that it is all over.
Once I am home, I am expecting to be surprised. Surprised at the little things that I have missed - events and material items. Surprised that the world has been carrying on business-as-usual with out me. Surprised at how quickly it will all feel normal. And most of all, surprised at just how much has happened since August 2003.
Like the end of anything, my week has been a series of ‘lasts.’
The last goodbyes.The past few days have been spent walking around town saying good-bye to everyone I have worked with. And every time I am shocked at just how permanent a good-bye can be. The geographical distance between America and Bulgaria seems to seep in after the last handshake. ‘Goodbye, good luck’ and a half hearted ‘we will come to Chicago to see you;’ no one will be able to afford to come to the US for a long, long time.
Without question the orphans are the hardest. They are far too young to understand what is really going on. We just played together for a bit and when I left they were under the assumption I will drop in again any day now. ‘Ciao bratko (brother) Mark’ they said. ‘Ciao friends, Ciao’ I replied.
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