Is good-bye really good-bye? I don't think so. So many people I've said good-bye too I've encountered again or have kept in touch with. So I didn't really feel sad as I said good-bye this weekend.
Friday evening MoBob and I attended the Peace Corps swearing-in ceremony. I'm such a sentimental fool, I always tear up, despite having ruined my own swearing-in by using my stripper name. It was great to see a lot of folks who'd just returned from their summer holidays, and to finally meet the trainees (now volunteers) that MoBob had spoken of, in particular the fellow Cal alum (who told me he silently cheered when one of the media people used my Cal umbrella), a young man from Little Rock (who said his mom would take care of me), and a fellow blogger.
Then on Saturday evening we stuffed ourselves silly with Burkinabé food (tô and gumbo sauce) with a colleague of MoBob's and his family, followed by a dinner at my colleague's house with Kenyan food (chapatis, sukuma wiki, and nyama choma). My colleagues kindly toasted us with non-alcoholic wine (really just fancy grape juice but very nice). I'd much rather have these kind of small get-togethers rather than the huge good-bye blow-outs that my other colleagues have had.
Sunday evening we had Lebanese food with friends from Peace Corps and the international school. The service was a bit sketchy (overly dressed waiters hovering too closely, with more than one person taking orders - and then they all got confused) and the menu more snack-oriented than meal-oriented (no stuffed grape leaves!) but a good time was had by all. It was especially refreshing for me not to talk about agency matters except in a very general sauce, although I'm sure MoBob was tired of Peace Corps gossip.
I'm waiting in the office for a couple of pending issues, but otherwise I can say, "I'm done." And it feels good.
sounds like a big weekend of food!
i find the link between lj and leaving places so strange. you're leaving BF, vasco just left afghanistan, i find myself kinda following along with the sadness of the goodbyes, feeling a bit sad i won't have my little slice of those two countries that are both so interesting, and yet, all the lj people will end up being the constant... still there no matter where in the world you pop up to tell a story. when i was coming and going all over the place a couple of years ago between australia, geneva and all sorts of places on mission for my research, i found the lj community pretty much the only constant in my life and it was a comfort.
when do you actually leave?