How to Say Goodbye?
When I first left for exchange, I thought I knew two things. I thought I knew that I would arrive via Paris and Montreal on the 17th of September, and I thought I knew that I would leave on the 15th of June going the same way home. In my mind and my heart, I planned for both of these things, because they were the only things that were solid in my life at that point.
tbt to babyface Khalid’s first day
But life has a funny and fucked up way of changing things. I didn’t leave via Montreal and Paris on my way in- I went around the world, losing my bags in the process to arrive in Rabat and now I leave Rabat 26 days earlier than expected. I have exactly seven days left in Morocco. SEVEN.
On the one hand, I’m incredibly blessed in this regard. I have been accepted to volunteer this summer in Kyrgyzstan, teaching english at a summer camp for high school students. I am also lucky to go to Portugal to see some family, and to Ireland to see one of my best friends. In this regard, I am incredibly fortunate to have these opportunities.
But on the other hand, it’s a huge shock to know that I have so few days left in this country I now call home. Over the past eight months, I’ve made learned new things- both in the academic sense (contrary to popular belief, I do go to school… Sometimes) as well about myself.
I have also had the pleasure of seeing and exploring Morocco. From the natural beauty to the warmth of Moroccan people, this country has made me feel at home and like I belong since I first arrived. I have never experienced such hospitality and love like I have here. I met such incredible people, whom I am fortunate enough to call friends.
In the next week, I have one paper and an exam to finish (SEE I do go to school), but I also have a lot of goodbyes to say. Goodbye to my flat, and Sam my excellent roommate. To my friends, whom I will inshallah see again. To my favourite cafes and restaurants. To all the things that make my life in Morocco incredible.
I cannot believe that my time in Morocco is almost finished, but from this experience I have learned not to be sad that it is over, but to say الحَمْد لله that it happened
