Exodus

It is a little more than two months of my stay herein, until the glorious day of my "exodus" comes and I shall depart indeed. 'Tis the season of expectation and a perpetual delight in knowing that there are those that are awaiting my arrival with love and care. I cannot help but think of my grandfather, who drove three times to the bus station to see if I had come yet or not, when I arrived home last year. I cannot help but think of the moment when I learned that - I simply could not help but undergo the emotion of this experience with tears in me eyes. Seeing my dear mommy, who had to willingly let me, her grown up son, go to the far world with uncertainty in her heart, if I should come home safely or not. Seeing my grandmother, with her sincere joy and emotional outburst of tears seeing her beloved young world traveler - the only grandson she has ever had. Seeing my younger and only sister, my best friend, ... I cannot help but get emotional myself due to the terrible feeling I undergo when I become aware of how much I truly miss her. Yet this exodus will be different from the previous one. Substantially so. This summer, I am about to experience an honor, pleasure, and delight of getting to know and spending the time with someone whose voice warms my heart and whose words are the source of much of my happiness. Thus, my great anxious and fervent expectation of the prettiest third of the year. Thank you Lord.