Until next time

The good byes have begun. The many "this is the last time we'll..." instances. We find our selves nostalgic about things we never cared much about before, sometimes even the things that drove us nuts we feel a sadness at leaving behind.

One thing about living in an international community is that they are used to good byes. There are so many get togethers, BBQs and picnics to say good bye. Sometimes the goodbyes are in large groups and loud, and sometimes is getting away with a special friend for a quiet moment.

And its strange. Because for each party, there is a group that you won't see again but there is also a group who will be at the next party. So the good byes are mixed with "see you next week". The process is long but thorough.