When we look back at it all
as I know we will
You and me wide-eyed
I wonder will we really remember
how it feels to be this alive

And I know we have to go
I realize
We only get to stay so long
Always have to go back to real lives
where we belong

When we think back to all this
and I'm sure we will
Me and you, here and now
Will we forget the way it really is
Why it feels like this and how

And we always have to go
I realize
We always have to say goodbye
Always have to go back to real lives
But real lives are the reason why
we want to live another life
we want to feel another time

When we look back at it all
as I know we will
You and me wide-eyed
I wonder will we really remember
how it feels to be this alive

And I know we have to go
I realize
We always have to turn away
Always have to go back to real lives
But real lives are why we stay
For another dream
Another day
For another world
Another way

One last time before it's over
One last time before the end
One last time before it's time to go back again

The Cure, Out of this World
that song I mentioned in my last post.

So yesterday I said goodbye, amidst many tears, to the kids I've been with all year at House of Hope, as well as Larisa and her parents. It's sad to think that I may never see these people again here on Earth. Who knows if I'll ever get to Ukraine again? We were well out of Melitopol before the tears stopped, and I felt badly for all those in the car who had to listen to me sniffling and crying for so long.
Now the next part of this I have to process is the flight home, and then the reentry retreat, and then actually being home again. So much to process...