The hardest part of leaving is the flood of goodbyes in the days leading up to the departure. Relief only comes with a seat on the planes, all the goodbyes and I love yous and I’ll miss yous and please write, all of them in the past and nothing left to do but focus on the long flight ahead; a new apartment waiting with a new school, filled with adorable little children, a year of new experiences waiting to be had, and hopefully a few new friends. But those goodbyes, they are the part that makes me question why I ever leave, and how I could not want to stay forever in the place where my heart is.

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