Why doesn't it get easier?
So I just got back from another airport farewell... this time to my Polish sister, Maja.
It is amazing to me that in the last month I have now farewelled two of the closest friends I have made in my life -first it was my German sister and now my Polish one.
Maja - what can I say about this crazy girl? We spent 24 hours of each day, of each week together since October last year. We worked together in a team of two, we lived together, we partied together.
We fought, we cried, we laughed, we bickered - and THAT is exactly why she is my Polish sister. The relationship that we shared was SO intense, that the bonds between us are like family. There is nothing to hide, there is no mask to put on - we simply know each other too well for that.
Becoming family like means being able to read that person, seeing all about them- the good, the bad and the ugly... and staying loyal, loving them anyway and all the more for the crappy parts.
Maja babe, I am so emotional I have left Mims and John-Nick at the apartment and am typing alone from a net cafe.... because I need to be alone right now. I need to let it sink in that you will not be here anymore, and a huge part of my Montreal experience is no longer present.
THANK YOU for the amazing person you are babe, and this goes right back at you:
" Things we've done together
Memories of the past,
Happy times and thoughts we've shared
These are things that last...
That's how it is with sisters,
And I especially want to say,
You really mean the world to me
Today and every day"
Thanks for the beautiful message sweetie, and the same goes for you.
FANTASTYCNE!
It is amazing to me that in the last month I have now farewelled two of the closest friends I have made in my life -first it was my German sister and now my Polish one.
Maja - what can I say about this crazy girl? We spent 24 hours of each day, of each week together since October last year. We worked together in a team of two, we lived together, we partied together.
We fought, we cried, we laughed, we bickered - and THAT is exactly why she is my Polish sister. The relationship that we shared was SO intense, that the bonds between us are like family. There is nothing to hide, there is no mask to put on - we simply know each other too well for that.
Becoming family like means being able to read that person, seeing all about them- the good, the bad and the ugly... and staying loyal, loving them anyway and all the more for the crappy parts.
Maja babe, I am so emotional I have left Mims and John-Nick at the apartment and am typing alone from a net cafe.... because I need to be alone right now. I need to let it sink in that you will not be here anymore, and a huge part of my Montreal experience is no longer present.
THANK YOU for the amazing person you are babe, and this goes right back at you:
" Things we've done together
Memories of the past,
Happy times and thoughts we've shared
These are things that last...
That's how it is with sisters,
And I especially want to say,
You really mean the world to me
Today and every day"
Thanks for the beautiful message sweetie, and the same goes for you.
FANTASTYCNE!
5 Comments:
It's never GOOD BYE Maz, it is ALWAYS - see you soon ! Put that into life and it makes things less hard.
You'll see her sooner than you expect to. :)
Hey guys!
You two are darlings, thanks for the thoughts :-)
Yeah I know I will see her soon and it is not goodbye, its just weird when you spend ALL your time with a person and then they are gone... just takes some getting used too.
But after the all the farewells lately... well actually in the last 2 years, I am getting much better plus I am now totally aware of what I need to do to get through it... my moving on pattern.
This helps.
Hugs Mazzy xx
my dearest Mazzy!
love you so much that it did hurt when I had to leave you....
this is all so ironic... when things start to go well, perfect.. you or someone you love has to leave..
journey was ok, apart from the fact that I was crying like crazy at London airport... it was so difficult not to, later on in Warsaw i was looking for my huge suitcase - cause the first one arrived (but where the hell was the other one) and it was there but I didn't notice cause it was in a strange huge plastic bag - with all the stuff out of the bag - embarrasing baggage checking - bleh
now I'm home, which is quite weird... of course as I predicted the first (my dad's) question was... "so... what did you bring for me??" LOL
I keep catching myself talkin' to my parents in english
EVERYTHING IS SO STRANGE... i don't know if I want to be here... it's so surreal
the more you travel the more nomad you become, I wrote it yesterday to J-N 'your home is where your heart is'... and mine is beside you mazz... somewhere in Montreal on Edouard Montpetit.
LOVE you my sister - miss you crazily!
see you soon - you better make it to Europe... talk to you soon!
your favorite polish gal!
m.
BABE!!
You are alive! You are home!
So amazing to hear from you... and so strange to think that you are writing to me from Poland!!
WOW..... craziness!
Yeah I know..I was so emotional... went into my mazzy mourning phase (you know what that means ;-))
I know what you mean though... the more you travel, the more home becomes a place where your heart and good memories are....
It's not about the location but the people, the feeling, the spirit.
Ahhhh... miss you soooo much :-)
I am DEFINATELY coming to Europe - not sure when, but as soon as I can I will be visiting!
Huge hugs to you my Polish sister,
Love Mazzy
p.s. START A BLOG NOW... and ACTUALLY UPDATE IT!!!!
DO IT!
DO IT!
DO IT!!!
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