I really don't like the lifestyle we live. In fact, I might actually downright hate certain aspects of it.
This week I had to say goodbye to a very dear friend, for a good year or so. Next week, the week of school ending/Graduation, has actually been named: Cry Week. I think it originally came to be called this, due to all the teens, primarily graduating seniors, who were leaving back to countries all over the world for college, and who didn't know if and when they would ever see eachother again. But it's appropriate for how we adults feel too. Starting next week, the mass exodus from PNG begins. And this year seems way worse than any others in my 8-ish years in PNG. Somehow, a huge chunk of my closest friends have, or will be leaving for furlough... usually just about 1 year in length, sometimes more. I believe I heard that this year some 42 family units will be leaving on furlough, or finish (permanantly leaving PNG). Our friends here are truely like our family... we spend holidays together, we help eachother thru hard times, we play together. So it's always painful when suddenly they are gone for a whole year or more. Yeah, I know there is email and facebook and blogs and such, but it's not the same.
If we're lucky, the furlough only lasts a year, and then they are back. But many times (and it's happened to us several times already), furloughs fall at just the wrong time, and so we take our year furlough, and just as we get back (or just before), dear, close friends leave for their furlough, and suddenly, we have two full years of not seeing dear friends. It's not easy to be always saying goodbye. =(
But for now, things are starting to feel lonely, and empty. Two of my closest friends, that I spend the most time with, are gone now, and several more are leaving in the next 2 weeks. Thankfully, one friend did just return from furlough, and another very good friend will be back by the time we get back from the village. So while 10 or so good friends leave, at least I'll have a couple come back!