I'm really bad at goodbyes. So far there has been one. It went pretty well, considering how I usually act around goodbyes.

I'm the one who cries, with the big tears and the splotchy face and the hiccupy sobs... it's not a very attractive last image. I try to avoid them at all costs. Yet, for some reason, in a fit of what can only be described as genius, I decided that it would be a cool idea to move across the planet and live by myself in a completely different country.

That means a lot of goodbyes. For serious, what was I thinking? This could possibly be the most ugly two weeks of my life. Good thing my friends love the drama!