The hardest part of living overseas…
… Is saying good-bye to so many people so often.
Such is the nature of this work and this country that most people stay a year or so, and move on (although that time period has increased a bit since the GFC).
And so it is with a mate who worked at the after school centre attached to the main school.
A year an a half ago we were saying hello. Today it was time to say good-bye.
It’s similtaneously the best and worst part about this vocation.
You have the opportunity to meet and hang out with so many interesting people, personalities you probably wouldn’t experience if you lived a “regular” life back home.
But sometimes it’s so fleeting.
I dunno. Feels kinda weird now.