The wait is even more difficult. Only 3 hours left till I leave for Logan, and 6 hours till I fly out of my beloved Boston, and 11 hours till I leave the US of A.
Twas a good day. Called a few people, cried over the phone, jogged at the reservoir for the last time, went around BC taking the last few photos, watched a nerve-wrecking NBA game between the Celtics and Heat, and met up with a friend and had fro-yo, had my last Chipotle meal, cried some more.
Twas a good day. Called a few people, cried over the phone, jogged at the reservoir for the last time, went around BC taking the last few photos, watched a nerve-wrecking NBA game between the Celtics and Heat, and met up with a friend and had fro-yo, had my last Chipotle meal, cried some more.
My thoughts are jumbled right now. Amidst making a mental list of people to call and text and email, I'm trying to take in the serenity that Boston gives, as if I'm trying to absorb that serenity to make myself more at peace with leaving.
Don't get me wrong. I'm excited to go back. Not as excited about leaving, but that's because Boston, and the States, and everything and everyone here has become such a big part of me, of my life, and of who I am. My time here has become a turning point in my life, a new chapter once opened and is now coming to a close. My experiences here now defines me.
But, I look forward to seeing familiar faces. I look forward to hearing inside jokes, updates, serving in CF once again, eating Malaysian food, and just being in Malaysia. I look forward to seeing warm smiles, and hearing those joyous sounds of laughter at mamak stalls during our reunion makan sessions. I look forward to meeting new people. I look forward to sharing my amazing experiences here with anyone who's willing to listen. I look forward to being part of people's lives again. People whom I left behind to come here, and people whom I will be given the opportunity and the privilege of playing a part in their lives.
Of course there are things that will be difficult for me to adapt to in Malaysia, but maybe, if it's anything that I've learned, it is to make the choice to look at things in a positive light. Not that I'm brushing away the negative aspects, but I need to learn how to not let fears and negativity get in the way of living.
I also need to learn to let go, and let God. To look at things from His perspective. To look back one day and think, "Hey, now I know why He sent me to Boston, and why He only opened that door for 6 months". To look forward to and to look at going home from His eyes.
Indeed, its coming to an end. Minutes have passed as I spilled my thoughts here, but I still have 6 hours before flying out of Boston, and 11 hours till I fly out of the States.
It's the end of a wonderful chapter, and this is the epilogue. That would be a little odd though, because I will definitely continue blogging about Boston and about how much I miss being here. But I have the feeling that that would be the prologue of a new chapter.
I feel calm now. Satisfied. At peace. Maybe because I know that someday, I'll be back. And I'll meet the people whom I love once again. Maybe, next time, I'll be back for a longer period of time. Maybe next time, I'll be back for good.
Maybe, it's because Boston feels like home.
Maybe, it's because Boston IS home. And that's why I know that I'll be able to come back and fall in love with it again and again.
Right now, I'm going to start a new chapter. I don't know how the chapter would turn out like. I don't know who the characters are going to be, I'm unsure of how the plot would look like, or even the setting. What I know for sure is that there'll be a sequel to this story that I wrote about Boston.
And I look forward to writing that sequel :')
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