I have less than a week left here in Muscat.
It’s a strange thought- leaving. But at the same time, it’s been staring me in the face since I stepped off the plane. I’ve been looking out into my future, wondering, sometimes anxiously, sometimes excitedly, about what it would feel like the day I left.
Would I be happy, sad, or somewhere between? Would I feel accomplished, or regretful? Would I cry as I waved to all those I met, got to know, and then left behind?
I still don’t know the answers to many of these questions.
It doesn’t feel real. I’ve never experienced anything like this, so I have no idea how I’m supposed to feel.
Will I get to come back and visit the family I grew to call my own?
What will I feel when I finally sleep in my own bed again? Will it feel like home?
What if everything’s changed? And since it probably has, what will it do?
Is it going to be hard?
And while I might feel pretty alone in this transition, I have to remind myself that I am coming home. As scary as it seems, this is the one place that will always welcome me back, smiling, arms open.
Here’s one of my favorite songs right now:
From Muscat with love,