As I stated previously, goodbyes are hard even if it is for
a definite amount of time. Last week I said my temporary farewells to the rest
of my friends, relatives and parents. Sure those farewells were melancholy in a
certain context, but everyone was extremely supportive of what I’m doing.
(Despite a few worst scenario thoughts LOL) I’m blessed to have all of these
individuals in my life because without them it would make what I’m doing a lot
harder.
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| From the Boeing 777 before leaving the US of A |
Friday, May 31st was departure day. My mom and Aunt Pat were gracious enough to
drive me to O’Hare; which neither of them would ever voluntarily drive in
Chicago traffic. (A BIG thank you goes out to them!) O’Hare was the first of
four airports on my departure itinerary, and following are my stories:
