Bon voyage

August 3, 2009

I watched my little sister board a plane for Mexico at 6 am today.  (Or, rather, I watched her walk through security – they don’t let you watch people get on the plane anymore.)  She’s off to Monterrey for a year, with the hopes of becoming fluent in Spanish.

My parents got teary as they hugged her goodbye, and, for a second, I thought I might too.  But the excitement I feel for her is so big that it’s somehow not leaving much room for the sadness of missing her.  When I left for Europe almost exactly six years ago, I was setting out on the adventure that would change my life beyond what I dreamed or imagined.  Over the next four months, I shared a baguette with my friend Amanda at the base of the Eiffel Tower; swam in the Mediterranean Sea with two Canadian doctors named Kyle and Darryl;  ate spaghetti in a hole-in-the-wall restaurant in Rome, where an Irish man named Daniel bought me a bottle of wine; and, finally, met the man I will spend the rest of my life with.  

But most of all, I was stretched and matured and changed, and my hope for my sister is that she’ll experience the same thing.  

In fact, I expect no less.

One response to “Bon voyage”

  1. MaMama says:

    Sweet, Faith! I’m praying for all of you and for Cat!

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