WWW Day 14: Those We Left Behind.
Goodbye LondonDerry, I’ll never forget you.
A week is gone, and now I’m left with that feeling that time is rushing past like a great wind – it’s left me dazzled and refreshed, yet eluded my capture.
We still have quite a bit to do and see, but I can’t help wishing for more. I love every moment here so intensely that I can already feel the significance of it’s loss. It isn’t just the scenery either; it’s the experiences, the bonding, the sharing of life that happened here.The people I’ve met won’t soon be forgotten, their stories now an integral part of mine. Allow me to introduce you to a few:
Not only are we leaving behind new faces, but we leave behind the people we were at the beginning of this trip. Those friends were reserved and slightly stunned by this opportunity, but we’ve changed. This place changed us:
As I close this chapter of the trip, I’m constantly reminded of my favorite novel, My Antonia, by Willa Cather. One of the girls on the trip brought it with her, and now beloved lines are floating to the surface as I face such beauty. It’s only fitting that I record them here, to sum up my stay.