This is the phase of my life that embodies the phrase “mixed emotions.”  I am happy to be going back home, I am sad to be leaving.  There is an innumerable amount of things to look forward to, and so many people I’ll be missing.  Weekends, runs, movies, drives, dinners, conversations.  There is a lot to miss.

It is very peculiar that at this juncture, I find myself alone.  No matter how hard I try to explain to anyone or however much I write here, how these final moments feel is sacredly mine and mine alone.  Hong Kong, Maine, California.  It’s been a while since I’ve had a hearty goodbye.  But of course, as my eldest brother put it a long, long time ago, “It’s not goodbye, it’s just see you later.”