Last day of work tomorrow before I move to China to start teaching English, eating awesome Chinese food every meal, every day, and hopefully staging at a few local restaurants (learning to make la mien tops the to-do list). As always, it feels weird to be parting, probably forever, with a place that I have become part of and has become part of me. So many great friends made, good and bad times had, many things learned, and of course a few new scars (including one big keeper). Whenever I'm in this situation, I always promise myself I won't lose touch with the people I'm leaving behind, but it always seems to happen anyway.
A huge part of my life and my identity, gone after tomorrow.
But sometimes to have a new beginning, you have to start with an ending.