His Plane Left Today

His plane to Ethiopia left this morning  at 11.  We sent a few Facebook messages back and forth this morning before I had class.  I'm trying my best to keep in the supportive mindset and not think about how he's going to be 7,401 miles away for the next 2 years and 3 months.  I'm trying to not think about the 7 hour time difference. I'm trying to keep thinking  about how he's taking  this time out of his life to help people he doesn't know.  He's making a difference like many of his role models have done in their lives.  He's not on the scale of Martin Luther King Jr or Mahatma Ghandi. He's making an impact on a smaller scale to the rest of the world,  but for those kids he's going to be like a saviour. He's going to be someone who helps them when they thought no one could.  (I'm not sure if it's nearly that dramatic but you know). I don't know when I'll hear from him next but I know I can't wait.

He Hasn't Even Left the Country Yet

So today was the day that Ian got on his flight to Washington, DC. He's been there since around 4pm. I knew today would be hard, but I really didn't imagine it would be this hard. I've been getting myself down by reading other blogs about relationships in the Peace Corps and how they more than likely won't work out or the PCV will end up early terminating to come back to the states. I don't want either to happen. This is Ian's dream. It's been Ian's dream for so long now. All he wants to do is help other people. He finally has a chance. 
I'm mostly scared about our relationship not lasting or him finding someone else while he's over there. We spent so much time talking about what it's going to be like, but we really don't know until it happens. We don't know how the internet connection is going to be where he is - if there even is an internet connection. The time difference between us is so vast that I'm worried about it messing with school once the Fall semester starts. There's really just a million things going through my head. 
I wonder if he's found the note I hid in his suitcase. I guess he would have said something if he had by now. I really really think we can do this. I know it's going to be hell at times, but I also know it's going to be so incredible when we do talk. I can't wait to hear about his experiences, but I could deal without going to bed alone at night. This experience is going to be the hardest thing I think I've ever done in my life. I'm mostly worried about myself. I don't handle things well most of the time. I get so emotional and I just end up crying. I know I have to be strong for Ian. I know he's going to be strong for me. 
He leaves on the 1st to go to Africa. I'm tearing up just thinking about it. I'm so scared for him. I'm so scared he's going to hate it or he's going to have such a hard time adjusting. All I want is for him to be successful in this journey. I want so badly for him to get through this and know that it was all worth it because he made a difference in someone's life.