The Goodbyes Begin...

...And it's not a good time.

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.