Departures become exponentially more difficult when there are interpersonal goodbyes involved. I think everyone vaguely understands this formula, but it has become more clear over this trip.
Only met a handful of people in Oxford. Said goodbye to the recurring friends, and cliffhangered the rest. On the bus ride out, I had my iPod set to the Scholars, a Banbury alternative band that we saw play O2 Academy and got to meet afterward. Surprisingly enough, listening to that helped -> usually remniscience while leaving makes me tear up. Among the program group, as we are all based out of UW, it is very likely that we will see each other again. In fact, I am sure we will run into each other even by accident far more than we expect. What gets me is Gawon's return to Korea. I suppose in perspective, I have a very good chance of seeing her again, being culturally connected to Korea and already having intentions of a trip there next summer.
Most of all, I just hate being told "No more." Even the faintest possibility of a future encounter is better than nothing.
In London, Clara and I happened to be staying with a sweet girl from Brazil who ventured on the London Pub Crawl with us last night. She leaves in a few hours (we've already said goodbye, as I should technically be asleep about now.) I was surprised at my actual genuine feelings of sadness to say bye to someone I've known for just a day or two. But at the same time, I was proud that, being somewhat older, I could offer my hospitality if she was ever in Seattle and hope to see her again.
I suppose I've just been very lucky to have intersected (however briefly) with wonderful people.
On a less romantic note, thank god for Facebook.