Week 15: What was the last thing that made you cry?

I cry a lot... Not a surprise. But most of my crying is based upon stupid, pathetic and pointless things that don't even actually matter. Like breaking a cup, not having chocolate or running out of wine. However, there is sometimes a more deeper meaning to my tears.


The last cry (that I want to talk about) was on October 22nd, 2016. Yes, the day I left Seattle. The importance that my American family place in my life is something that I could probably never describe aloud, let alone in words. In 2014, they became an incredibly major part of my life - something that I could never have imagined would come out of a short, high school trip to America. It's almost as though, the moment I met the four of them I felt an immediate sense of family and belonging. Oh shit, I'll probably cry again now too. They showed me what it means to belong in a proper family setting and I am beyond thankful for their love, support and care over these past (almost) three years. 

 Anyways, back to the last time I cried... 

I'm going to preface this by saying that the flight from Seattle to Los Angeles is almost 3 hours. So now, picture sitting next to a girl who has their headphones on (listening to Pentatonix Christmas Album -- of course) and is crying (while gazing out the window) for the entire flight... Well, that girl was me :-/

The thought of leaving my family who live LITERALLY on the other side of the world to me and not having a definite answer of when I will next see them is crazy unsettling and often causes me to have an anxiety attack at the airport.

I try and hide this the best I can, I've almost got it all figured out but again, just the thought of leaving them causes me to cry.

So - not only did I cry the night before, alone in the bath; but also the morning of while saying goodbye to my sister and brother and at the airport when leaving mom and dad. And then again on the flight to Los Angeles.

Ugh... Emotions, right?!?

XO