I don't want to say goodbye to Grenada.
I don't want to say goodbye to my good friends. These women who have been my support on this journey through the first two years of medical school.
I don't want to say goodbye to the ease of Caribbean living, the slow pace of life.
I don't want to say goodbye to the clearest and bluest ocean water I've ever seen or the white sand that sticks to my toes.
I don't want to say goodbye to five minute walks down the road to the beach and two second strolls to best friends' apartments.
I don't want to say goodbye to the kids at Queen Elizabeth Home.
I don't want to say goodbye to Caribbean accents and words like "de" and "ting."
I don't want to say goodbye to sunsets with orange skies over the ocean.
I don't want to say goodbye to hikes through the tropical jungle to waterfalls.
And I REALLY don't want to say goodbye to my Limes kids. The thought of it just breaks my heart into a million pieces.
Some of my most favorite people in Grenada planned a little lunch for Kara, Jessie, and I as we are all leaving this term. Laura L. and Laura C. made beautiful videos for each of us of pictures and footage of our time on the island. There wasn't a dry eye left at the table and I'm pretty sure the servers were almost tearing up as well.
|Jessie, Kara, Laura L., Me, Laura C., Julie|
I already want to start planning a return trip in the fall. Roundtrip tickets are at the lowest I've seen right now for October/November. Now all I have to do is convince the husband that I NEED to come back.
I'm not looking forward to this week and many more goodbyes. I hate goodbyes but I don't want them to end, because I know when they do that means that we are gone for good from this island that will always hold my heart.