Tonight was tainted with a slight shade of melancholy for me. It was the last time I would see some of the new friendships I had built in my time in Hong Kong for at least another year. It highlighted to me how important relationships and people are to me. I am such a sop, I know.
But I don’t like saying good bye. I never know what to say. All the could of saids and should of saids seem so futile in those final passing moments. I never know how to be: nonchalant or thoughtful. I feel worried I am going to miss saying something important and regret it.
People are so important. I believe God puts certain people around us for a reason. The relationships we have with people are valuable and priceless. It’s these relationships we have that make a place feel like a home, its these relationships that grow us and shape us into who we are and how we view our world. It hurts to say goodbye to someone or something in every sense of the word. An old friend told me recently that I am too open and affable and that if I am not careful one day someone will take advantage of that. And though I can see where he is coming from in wanting to protect me, I never want to be in a place where I am so scared of the hurt and pain associated with relationships that I never open up my heart to people.
My pain tells me I am alive, that I am human and I can feel. It’s a reminder that my creator created me to feel in the same way that He feels towards me sometimes. Loving people hurts, but in the end I think its worth it. Jesus has showed us pretty well that people are worth sacrificing for. It may not be our lives we are giving up but it could be our time, our emotions, or our energy.
As much as I am feeling at a loss more than anything I guess I am feeling grateful. Grateful to God that He has blessed me with these friendships (both new and old) and my time in Hong Kong with my family. Grateful for the love and generosity from others to make me feel welcome and to make my stay in Hong Kong comfortable and enjoyable. I am blown away.
I am really going to miss Hong Kong with its fast paced crazy lifestyle. I am going to miss waking up in the morning to something my grandma brought me for breakfast like the pineapple buns with coconut inside just because I said I once said liked them and all the other different because “I can’t eat this in Australia.” I am going to miss sitting curled up on her grey leather couch early in the morning in my pyjamas and socks and looking out the window across to the school, wondering what the kids might be doing.
But as much as I know I am going to miss this I know I am returning to something good. I’m returning to my home church with all my friends and spiritual family. I’m returning back to familiarity. I miss my own things and driving my car!
Missing so many things right now in Hong Kong and Perth, but feeling so blessed 
