In 8 hours I'll be on a plane back to Karachi, to take up my role as national president of AIESEC in Pakistan for 2008/2009. I've been saying goodbyes to my friends and family for 4 weeks now, and after countless delays, I'm finally able to leave.
While I've been itching to leave for months, what has made it so hard is that I simply don't know when I'll be back. It could be as little as a few months, a year, or …?
I'm going to miss this beautiful city I have called home all my life:
More than that, I'm going to miss my family and friends. I will keep in touch, but nothing compares to sitting with someone and just being able to talk – not email, not IM, not Skype and not Facebook.
Know that I am grateful to those that have shaped my life, in both foundation-rocking and subtle ways, and every shade in between. All I can say is "I'll see you, some day", hoping, clinging to the faith that our paths will cross again.
