Sweet and bitter

On my way from Voinjama to Monrovia I always start missing the trees and the village while I'm approcing the town. I can't like Monrovia and working in the HQ is never that interesting, maybe because I don't really have a place here.
Yesterday my trip was especially concentrated on the trees, on Lofa and on all the persons I met there. I was looking at my trip through the eyes of a person leaving this mission, and even if I'm much more dramatic than him (very controlled infact), I started feeling again that acute pain that I feel when I leave something forever. When you know that everything you have experienced so deeply won't come back. Sometimes it's a relief, so I thought at the beginning of my mission here, now it's also a pain, because I will also miss this experience. Even if I did not expect to.
Sweet and bitter is mission life: so intense and so surprising, it connects you with persons you never expected and in a way that will stay forever, in a way that memory will save during the years and that "small small" has changed a bit all of us, and will follow us wherever we go. And that will be there again, magical souvenir of not ordinary life, wherever we meet again.