So the last week I basically spent time with my boyfriend at his house as he left for Honduras earlier today... If you didn't know already, he's going to Honduras for a year with Project Trust, like me. We're both teaching english but the main difference is that he's learning Spanish and I'm learning Chinese while we're out there... Also he leaves about 3 weeks before I do!
Anyway. He had his leaving party on friday which was basically a whole day thing - people came at 2ish and we had snacks and a water fight and watched some of the Olympics and then in the evening the party started with some Just Dance, some alcohol and a lovely BBQ! By the end of it, everyone was shattered and people had to begin to leave. Which was really pretty emotional... It suddenly became really real for him that he wasn't going to be seeing all of these people for a year and many tears were shed. It was also pretty sad for me as I've gotten really close to his friends and it was kind of a goodbye for me too!
Then yesterday, we had a last minute panic shop in Basingstoke, he had a last minute hair cut and then we had to come home for last minute packing! It was all very stressful.. and in the end we watched too much of the Olympics and didn't do enough packing.. so we finished at about 3am. Not fun.
The best bit half way through the packing, probably at around 1am was when still a lot of his stuff was laid over the sitting room floor and we were just looking over what was needed to be done. Then all of a sudden his mum walked in, holding a tray and just said 'I made you custard!'. Basically they made a list of food that he wanted before he left and apparently custard was on the list. So there we go. We were given late night custard. It was lovely.
We were more or less ok emotion-wise previously, but once we finished packing and headed up to bed, the crying began. We were just lying there and listening to music while slightly dissolving in tears... It was hitting me even stronger that he was going and we wouldn't see each other for a year, but I guess I still didn't fully believe it.
We woke up this morning at 6:45 - 45 minutes later than planned! We wanted to leave at 7 so it was a VERY rushed morning... We had our cereal in the car though which was exciting.. The milk was flying everywhere! Brilliant. Once we got to the airport we soon met up with the group of people who he was going to Honduras with, including his partner Jameel. After about an hour of sitting around the airport, he checked in and booked his bags on the plane. However there was a scary moment where he lost his passport. He emptied his hand luggage bag all over the front of the queue (everybody was waiting for him) and then he found it! In his pocket. What a fool.
Shortly after this, the group decided to go to the next stage of the morning and leave the people who came to drop them off. Chris hugged his family goodbye and it was all pretty sad.. his dad was manly but kind, his mum cried and his big brother was manly and laughed. We then had our goodbye hug and kiss and cry for about 2 or 3 minutes.. When I say cry, I was surprisingly emotionless... he did all the crying. I knew that he was going and I would see or talk to him for a long long time, it just didn't completely hit me. So he left and my parents came and then it hit me. After him walking away for about 5 seconds I was a blubbering wreck so had to go again for goodbye number 2. He got my hair wet and I got his neck/shoulder wet and we then parted for good.
So that's that. The next time we see each other will be at the same airport but in a year's time, and our years away will be over... So surreal.
So now I just can't wait for me to actually leave. When I'm still at home it feels as though I should be able to talk to him or for him to be round the corner but when I'm in a new, exciting place, I'm sure it'll be much easier.
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