There are no words, because over the last nine days, I have continually sat here and struggled with how to relay everything I had seen and felt in the two weeks I spent in Cyprus. There are no words, because how does one put into words the intoxicating feeling of peace that comes from being in a completely new place, among total strangers, yet having that strange sensation of being truly at home? How does one describe the sudden, yet inevitable and overwhelming, flash of clarity when one realizes exactly what they want, and how much they would give up to get it? How does one admit the terror that this preview — a preview of what life could be like — may only ever remain a preview?
So there are no words now. Only hope, and faith. Hope and faith that after so many months of waiting and thinking and planning, we may still end up lucky enough to live the life we’ve always dreamed of.