Alone is the Last Place I Wanted to Be

This past week I've had to say goodbye to almost everyone. It sucks being the last one to leave. I'm not ready to go home yet, but I don't want to be HERE anymore, because without a bunch of the people in the picture above, it doesn't feel like home, and it isn't as fun.
Kendra and Emma have left, and Meggie hasn't been around much
Reid left, along with the other Bethel Boys
Both of these girls are gone now
Kate asked me to post more pictures with me in them, so I'm attempting to oblige. 2/3 of the Bethel Boys-- I adore them, and wish I'd gotten to know them earlier in the semester.
Emma was an absolute riot, with a smokers voice and a constant cry of "Sig-NOOOO-miiiiii!!!!" (means "excuse me" in Greek, but because of Emma, it's sort of become the GLS motto/war-cry. I'm not sure exactly what that says about us.)
Two of the people in this photo are left, but one is away in Turkey
Reggie had to leave her pseudo-husband and go back to her real boyfriend back in the States.
We had a dinner, two farewell/birthday parties, and a graffiti party (this is from Reid's birthday/farewell) but none of us were really ready to say goodbye. To go home, maybe, (most of them had been counting down the days for the past two months), but no one was ready for anyone to actually leave.
Lindsey and I at dinner
A typical night in the Maro 209 apartment (mine)
Meg and Alana, both gone already
Taylor and Joe (who left what seems like ages ago)



Bubby and Joe giving Regina raspberries. All three of them have left. When Traci left, she was nearly in hysterics, and there were more than a few tears when half the GLS group left on a bus, leaving about 10 of us waving goodbye.
Reid's birthday, on the walk home, which was another great night, even though nothing extraordinary happened. Just good company, silliness, and a tiny bit of tresspassing.
Watching people drag suitcases out onto the curb, waiting for taxis
Another typical scene all semester (Maro 109, right below us, where I spent half my life, it feels like)

Maro 109 roomies saying goodbye
The apartment next door is empty, as is the one above and the boy's. The apartment below is down to 2 girls, and in mine, I'm the only one left. Gabriel Apartments is completely empty except for one girl, and there are about 5 other girls scattered in the other buildings. It doesn't feel yet like I'm ever leaving, and I'll be sad that it's over when I do, but I don't like being left behind. It's a bit like living in a ghost town.

I leave my apartment for the last time the night of the 20th (my flight out is really early in the morning on the 21st), but it's hard to believe that I won't be coming back here, that we're not just all out on one of our weekend trips to some foreign country. Most of the GLS people have declared that they will never come back to Cyprus, and I don't think I will either. It would be too depressing, because it just wouldn't be the same. I'd like to see some other places. Maybe India, or Australia? I'm headed back to the Dominican Republic this summer, and before I turn 23, I'd like to visit Amanda in France (if she goes there for a study abroad, and I'd like to come back to Europe even if she doesn't) and go to Mexico at least, because I've never been there, and that just seems silly.

Also, I'm craving juice, and I never want to see spaghetti again.