Leaving

So it is 8 am in Yerevan.  I'm in a Marshutka heading back to Vanadzor, my home for the last 2 years.  I just spent a night with all the volunteers that came to Armenia the same time I did and now, using my USB internet I'm writing this blog post.

The goodbyes I've made so far have gotten harder and harder as I've said goodbye to my host family, and now to my American friends.  But it wasn't until about 2 minutes ago I looked at my google calendar, and I I saw one day between me and the "To Georgia" block of time I have written in.  I started to cry a bit.  I stopped, but writing this I am starting to cry a bit again.  The Marshutka is empty at this point and I'm waiting for it to fill up.

You know I've said so many goodbyes this last week, but it was this visual representation of just how close I am to leaving that really hit home the point that, yes, I am leaving Armenia.  And I don't have any concrete date about when I will return.

So here I am, tearing up, waiting to go to Vanadzor for my final day in Armenia.