I have decided not to continue the previous story of my journey home, and keep my feelings on that experience very private. In summary, it was hard. As I crossed the globe, my mission became easier, but the sadness was still present. I was lucky, in a way, as I found a lot of adventure along the way. My flight was suddenly changed and I went on to Hong Kong.
Weeks before leaving, I had to say goodbye to some of my husband’s family. It was hard… But nothing prepared me for saying goodbye to my husband and in-laws. I held myself together, not to appear strong, but to convince myself that I really did have the strength to go through with what I knew to be the best choice… Despite it being the hardest choice.
When we parted ways, I turned many times to wave, my mind swimming with thoughts of abandoning my flight and running back into my husband’s arms. Maybe that’s a bit dramatic, but it’s exactly what my heart wanted to do.