I hung out with the Arevalo's tonight. They're leaving for Ecuador to visit family for a week tomorrow. Since I'm leaving Thursday, tonight was the last time I'd see them for a good while. I always feel at home there, it's practically been my second home since I've moved here. It's crazy to think how much we've grown up: me, Marcus and Brandon. It seems like just yesterday Marcus and I were wrapping Brandon up in a sleeping bag and pushing him off the top bunk. Those were good days.



A bunch of family came over and we had pizza and just sat around talking and whatnot. It was weird standing in the kitchen talking to everyone, knowing it'd be the last time I'd see most of them for a few years. It seemed like a normal night though, just another night hanging out with friends and family, but it was so much more. I often forget how important the people I love are, how important the time is that I have with them. You always hear how fast time flies when you start to grow up. It's true.



After dinner everyone said their goodbyes. Marcus went to sleep early because he was pretty tired, plus their flight departs at 7:40AM. I talked to Brandon while he packed. Renee was in the kitchen so I made sure to get a picture with her and Brandon. I gave them both hugs and told them I loved them, then turned and walked outside. A couple steps into their front yard I couldn't help but tear up. It seemed like every step caused more liquid to fall from my eyes. Once I got to the road I looked back at their house and smiled. I know I'll see them all again, but sometimes it just feels good to cry.