I don't know what to say for my last post.
I've been trying for days to type something out that would clearly express all of the emotions I'm feeling or sum up my experience, but I'm incapable of doing so.
All I know is that good-byes are hard and this week is full of them- some of these people I will never see again. And that makes me sad.
I also know that I will always carry a piece of Lietuva within my heart.
In times of reminiscence, I will hear the whispers of the Baltic Sea, the laughter of the LCC hallways, the quiet of the snowcapped, frozen pond, the humble voice of the old women who tell me it's too cold out for me to be dressed without a scarf. I will recall the long walks through the city, the cobblestone streets of Old Town, the faces of people who have shared their cultures with me with generosity and genuineness.
If I find myself in difficult times, I will remind myself of the time I walked for an hour with my giant backpack, small backpack and camera bag in the snow in Russia with non-waterproof shoes, and I will know I am capable. I will think of the countless times we almost missed or did miss a bus/plane/train and realize that things have a way of working out even if it means crashing in a hotel restaurant in the middle of a sign language convention.
When I'm feeling misunderstood, I will remember that language is not the only way to communicate.
And I will always look back fondly on the people who have made this experience what it was.
Brady, Buddy, Christ and Adam for being the best North American friends I could ask for in another country- for accepting me as I am and letting me be an introvert when I need to be.
Naamdi for his willingness to share his culinary expertise and always make sure I eat enough.
Ania for her kind spirit and her whole-hearted cheerfulness that never failed to make me see the beauty in humanity.
Allison, Emas, Kristen, Iveta, Aurelija, Edvardas and Ira for guiding us through this overwhelming process of transformation
Radvyda for patiently teaching me her native tongue, and Franklin for challenging me to study it harder because I, too, wanted to be a language genius.
Martynas for making potatoes everyday and letting me ask him countless questions.
Paulius for his kindess and gentle spirit.
I will miss each of these people with my whole heart- but I also know that life will continue on.
In less than a month, I will be back at Fox with my roommates, boyfriend, and friends and things will be back to "normal".
But I hope to retain the sense of adventure I had here. I hope to carry that with me where ever I go.
"here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)"