Why?
That day I had to say good-bye to 45 people whom I had spent the last 6 1/2 weeks with. 45 people who had become more than friends, but who had become a family to me. A family that I could share anything with, a family that I loved dearly, a family that had seen me at my utter worst and loved me anyway. Loved me for me. A family I was totally myself around; a family that brought out the real me. And a family I had to say good-bye to.
Whenever I tell people about it, they always say they "understand" and that frustrates me because, honestly, no they don't. Unless you went through what I went through, you just can't understand it. It's such a unique experience and a unique bond... I mean, I didn't know the last names of half the people on the team until I found them on Facebook afterwords. Yet, I could share with them anything.
So, August 12th was a bad day for me. It's always hard to say good-bye, but it makes it harder when you know you might never see them again.
To quote Coldplay: "Nobody said it was easy... No one every said it would be this hard."
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