Georgia week 8: saying goodbye is never easy

That's why I always say "See you later". Because that always leaves a possibility of meeting the person later. Goodbye feels like such a permanent word, doesn't it? At least let's have a hope we will meet again.

This week was truly a marathon of people leaving. Almost everyday we had someone leaving, somebody's last day in Georgia and when people around you are leaving you start thinking that you as well will leave soon, you will have to pack and go and that is a hard concept to grasp when you're living in a place you don't want to leave. And I really didn't want to leave Georgia.

See ya Poland and Czech Republic

So Monday was all about two of my roommates leaving. Most people were still in Tbilisi which made our boss a little upset as we had an event coming up and people had their parts to do in order for the event to be successful. Oh well, I guess some people don't care about their responsibilities. There were still some people left who quickly got on their work and I went to make certificates for the people who are leaving. I tried to put my heart into them so they wouldn't be just a piece of useless paper and I can say I think I succeeded into doing it because both of them were very happy with them.

In the evening we had a little get together with watermellon, pizza and khachapuri. We even made some shisha and sat there pleasantly together discussing what kind of culture shocks we could get from coming back to our country. Traffic lights, food with normal amount of salt, everything in your national language being the top first ones.

See ya later!

We came back to our house and my roommates finished up their packing while I dozed off on my bed. They woke me up before leaving and we said our "See you later" and waved.

See ya Egypt

After that it was time to go for another one of my roommates - a guy from Egypt. This day we decided we will go cook some food in the other hostel and have like some sort of get together. To those people who have never cooked for twenty people, let me tell you - it's pretty annoying when you have to defend your food from hands coming out of nowhere trying to steal your fries. Oh and if you will fail one dish, they will hunt you for the rest of the night and more (still sorry about that, should have put more salt).

But all in all it was fun, just hanging around and laughing, cutting vegetables and eating. Doing the dishes was not that fun, but hey, somebody has to do that. After that we headed to the White Bridge like always - it became the place where we would just sit and talk or play games.

Ooooon the White Bridge!!

The next morning my last roommate packed his bags and left. The house felt the same like the first day: big and quiet and not so welcoming anymore.

I'm....leaving???

I was the last person to leave our house. But I was not the last intern left in Kutaisi.

I parted with some of my friends earlier this week and there were still a lot of people I wanted to talk to, wanted to dance with and wanted to see before I left. So it was quite busy few days - trying to get the most out of them. The last days I tried to relax as well and put my mind into coming back mode, but I was failing at that. I spent some time alone, still buying the last souvenirs and making some souvenirs as well.

We went to the amusement park again, met the police twice on my last days (that was exciting) and I even managed to make some new friends.  My last day was spent with my lovely friends - Georgian and interns. With my Georgian friends we went to a restaurant where we ate khinkalis, drank some beer and talked. I would miss those conversations which happened half in Georgian, half in English and mostly body language. I had a feeling I started understanding people from how they talk. Of course I didn't but it felt like it.

I went with the interns to have a barbecue and to visit the Crazy Bar for the last time where the bartender seemed very happy to hear that I'm leaving. Little does he know that I promised people to come back and I intend on keeping this promise. I had my last moments with interns, remembering all the silly things we did and then some of them lead me home, where I snoozed for a few hours.

See you later interns!!

I finished packing in the morning and went on to find a taxi. Georgia is such a friendly country, I still can't get over it - I went into a gas station because I had difficulties finding a taxi and they spent 15 minutes of their work time until they found me a taxi. I sat in and thanked them heartily and we drove back the same way I came here. It was hard to see those streets going the wrong way - away from the city. Finally, I reached the airport. And soon I was on my plane, with a stamp in my passport that I left Georgia and with one Georgian song constantly ringing in my mind, making me smile while remembering my time here.

I can't really put into words, how much this summer meant to me. I had good and bad experiences, I've done some irresponsible things, but I was so happy most of the time. I will miss the people I met there and I will miss that weird alphabet and language that seemed so loud. I will miss their hospitality and friendly smiles. And how I will miss the mountains... I will miss a lot from this country.

I made a promise I will come back there. And I know, that I will. It's just the matter of time.