Beautiful last days.

Kam Pong Luong, Floating Village.


Going out to preschool in the mornings.

Leaving. Not unbearable, not something I am second-guessing or not able to accept, but nonetheless, it is hard to say goodbye. These last days have been emotional and so much so that I don't think I can fully share on this blog. There are some things that will only remain with myself or with those I shared them with. Part of me really doesn't want to go. I'm not ready for change all over again. I'm not ready to go home to a world that doesn't understand Pursat/Cambodia or love it the way I do now.

I don't have the financial means to be here forever and for that, I know I have to be okay with leaving. If it's not in two days (holy crap: two days!), it would be three weeks from now - either way, my time here was always defined. But for all the growth I have made here, for the beautiful friendships and the sense of normalcy that I have finally come to, there is a lot of anxiety in having to be removed from the one place that has given me so much. There is attachment. There is huge attachment. But I was the same way four months ago when I had to leave Los Angeles.

From rice fields to concrete jungles. What a contrast.