I didn't follow through on my promise to write more this past month, but now here I am home and finally I have a good chance. I'm not sure what to think of my near-11 months in China now, as being home it feels (honestly) like I never left. As I look through pictures and remember stories and see the bags of stuff still half-unpacked on my bedroom floor, it seems like such a short time I spent away, and yet so significant. It was tough to say goodbye to the kids, and harder to say goodbye to my friends. I gave each of the kids a picture of myself and a letter to remember me bye, and lots of hugs. The last week of classes we watched Finding Nemo and it was a nice way to chill and say goodbye. My Middle Pink class cried (a lot) but I never did in the classroom. I left school last Saturday and had a teary goodbye with Michelle, Janice, Paula and so many of the other people who had meant so much to me this year. Last meals, gifts, pictures, and times shared will last with me for a long time.
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