Just 26 hours until I climb aboard my flight back to reality. Most of the others have left and it's already different. It's time.
Goodbyes are always hard. We tell our new friends that we'll keep in touch and meet in the future, but deep down, it's clear that our paths probably won't cross again, as they randomly have already. It's better than not realizing it and not saying anything at all.
It's not all bad, though. Memories have been made and new contacts have been spread around the globe -- with new glimpses into how we can be different, but more of how we are the same. I never knew I could have such a love-hate relationship with a place so different, yet not really much at all. I'll make my way back down here, someday, knowing that the set will always be available, but the cast will never be the same.
It's been fun, it's been real, it's been everything you'd think it would be and a few things you wouldn't. Nobody really knows why any of us made the trip here beyond the usual regurgitated reasons, or the lessons we may have learned. That comes with time.
One thing is clear: Enjoy the time you do have -- however you may desire -- because you never know when the moment will have passed.
