It's hard to think back on this without feeling sad that it's all over. Yet, the fact that I did the program again is enough proof that when one happy time ends, another can begin just as easily, and that sadness will indeed return with each passing time.
I wonder what's going on at home. I miss home ... just a teensy bit? My body is here, but I think my heart already went home to Almaden where I grew up all these years. A visit is long overdue, and I want to see you all again.
I've found many new friends here to feel at home, but I'm not with them anymore and I miss them dearly. When I go home, it's time to say goodbye again, then come back and start life new, on my own, in a foreign country, making my way slowly, yet surely (?).
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