Right before we left for Korea, I remember telling Drew that I wasn't going to make any friends at any of the bases we went to because I didn't want to have to say the inevitable goodbye when it came time for PSCing. I was SO serious. I didn't want to try to make friends. At the time I was fully prepared to be a loner for the rest of my life. (Yeah right.) If you know me at all, you probably know that's not possible. My whole life I've always HAD to be around people constantly. Hence me and Kati Wright spending approximately 14 hours a day together!;) You probably also know that I have attachment issues. This mostly happens with animals, however it can occasionally happen with a human who I REALLY like. I guess it's not an attachment issue, I just get attached easily. So, regardless of my plans for friends... I was destined to make some. (And I did.)
Shortly after getting here, we met Liz and Ayron. They were friends with our neighbors, Jeff and Sara, and we started joining their adventures on the weekends. After that first weekend with these crazies, which consisted of me doing jazzercise moves in the bars, my weekends have never been the same. (My liver has also never worked as hard, but that's besides the point.) Today, Liz and Ayron left Korea and went off on their next adventure. They're going home for the holidays and then to (lucky ducks) Ramstein in Germany.
My very first goodbye. My very first friend to PCS. The thing I so desperately wanted to avoid. The funny thing is, it wasn't hard. It wasn't some big crying sesh like I thought it would be. SURE, I bawled my eyes out about a month ago after I'd had a couple too many soju drinks, but that was it. Maybe my attachment problems and my aversion to saying goodbye are over!
Here are some pictures of our last couple of weekends with the BEAUTIFUL Linares family.
Shortly after getting here, we met Liz and Ayron. They were friends with our neighbors, Jeff and Sara, and we started joining their adventures on the weekends. After that first weekend with these crazies, which consisted of me doing jazzercise moves in the bars, my weekends have never been the same. (My liver has also never worked as hard, but that's besides the point.) Today, Liz and Ayron left Korea and went off on their next adventure. They're going home for the holidays and then to (lucky ducks) Ramstein in Germany.
My very first goodbye. My very first friend to PCS. The thing I so desperately wanted to avoid. The funny thing is, it wasn't hard. It wasn't some big crying sesh like I thought it would be. SURE, I bawled my eyes out about a month ago after I'd had a couple too many soju drinks, but that was it. Maybe my attachment problems and my aversion to saying goodbye are over!
Here are some pictures of our last couple of weekends with the BEAUTIFUL Linares family.
My heart will miss these two more than anything. My body (ie: anything affected by a hangover), however, will not.
I love you two and cannot wait to come visit you in your German MANSION.
See you soon.
I love you two and cannot wait to come visit you in your German MANSION.
See you soon.