The beginning of goodbyes

The goodbye process has started, and I can't say that I'm happy or unhappy about it. Among other things, last Friday marked the last class I will most likely ever take at this university, and on Monday I sold my bike. Theorems, investments, and even friendships that I have learned and made here will come to an end in two short weeks. I hope I do not sound too pessimistic, I am thrilled to have made friends here that I will be able to retain when I return home. But I will only have the memories of riding my bike through this wonder-filled city.

I do not want to wish my time left here away, but I am very much looking forward to going home. A friend gave me advice about dealing with reverse culture shock: make a list of everything you missed about home, and all the things you will not miss about the city in which you immersed yourself for a short, yet long, time. I have been making a mental list so that when I get sick of the lack of nightlife in Gloucester, I can remember that at least the US has figured out how to combine the hot and cold water into one faucet.

The first sunrise I saw over Holyrood Park