Goodbyes.

Goodbyes are hard.  What is goodbye supposed to look like anyways?  I've decided that it's impossible for me to leave here without regrets...I will always have regrets about something or another.  I just need to trust that at my appointed time to go, I just need to go--and not look back.  Decision making is rather easy for me--it's the follow through that literally kills.  My initial decision to transplant overseas was easy in that I had yet to deal with the follow through.  Finishing out my time here is reminiscent of finishing my marathon--those last few miles were ug-ly!  But I pushed on, sometimes only inching along.

Thank God for a wonderful supporting team.  Here are pics with college buds at my farewell dinner.  Thanks for walking with me all these years!