I’m writing this post at 8am on my last day in Fiji. I’ve already said goodbye to Kuki and Siwa as they both left early in the morning. When I stood on the sea wall, waving goodbye, the hardest part was just saying their names. I yelled “Mode Kuki” and “Mode Siwa” as they both stood up and waved to me. I was in tears and still am just thinking about it. There will be plenty more of those farewells and plenty more tears as I stop by Narikoso and Waisomo. But I think the hardest will be saying goodbye to Joave when I board the plane to Nadi.
I’ll be happy to get back to Dallas, but it pains me to leave this place that I now call home and to leave these people that I now call family.