Farewells

In this marvelous two-year super condensed course on life, you learn many principles. One of them is how to say goodbye.

When you first leave your family at the Missionary Training Center it's typically a very emotional parting. I remember being in shock mode that my departure date had actually arrived. Even before I had said goodbye to my family I had to say goodbye to many friends, who I would not being seeing for at least two years. Sometimes it's hard to fathom why one would voluntarily disappear for two years.

Once I felt situated in the MTC we spent 12 grueling weeks studying Russian and scripture. I made many friends in the MTC and we all suffered through it together. Then came Sept 20 and we had to say goodbye again. Many went to St. Petersburg, many to Siberia, others to Samara. The people who had been a permanent fixture in my surroundings suddenly vanished and I was in a very new environment.

Culture shock was more subtle than I thought. At first everything was so new and exciting that I felt like I was on a vacation. Then the cold reality set in that I would be living in this country for a good 22 months, and I started to feel the pangs of homesickness.

Luckily here in Mariupol I've been surrounded by amazing people. After living here for 5 and a half months I feel quite at home, and I have many friends and acquaintances. Then came the phone call from headquarters that I was shipping out to a new city. This meant countless goodbyes.

I've spent the last week saying farewell to people. But in this instance it's very different from when I said goodbye to people back home. Here it's an indefinite goodbye. In most of these situations, I will never see these people again. Of course the other missionaries I served with will pop in and out of my future. But as far as the Ukrainian people here, with whom I have developed great friendships and grown to love, it's unlikely that I will ever have a chance to see them after I leave this week. It's kind of one of those, see you on the other side, type of feelings.

Oh the many facets of farewell. Not only am I saying goodbye to people, but I'm saying goodbye to lifestyles, inside jokes, ritual activities and my comfort zone. Soon I'll be in a completely new set of surroundings, in which I'll spend a good month or two getting familiarized and acclimated. Then I'll begin to develop wonderful friendships with wonderful people, with the foreknowledge that within months I will have to say farewell again. It just seems so inescapably inevitable. Hi is so much better than goodbye.