A morning of packing, drinking coffee, and saying goodbye to one of the best friends I've found in China has me looking leaving straight in the face.
I have less than a month left before I will no longer have to deal with the subway at rush hour. Before I'll no longer wonder what the man on his cell phone is yelling about. Before I'll no longer have to use hand signals for numbers.
I've allowed Beijing to become a part of me. For almost a year, I've struggled daily with mundane things. I've traveled to places I can't pronounce. I've laughed with my students at jokes that would not be funny anywhere else.
It's almost time to say goodbye. I don't know if I'd ever be ready. Just like I didn't know if I'd be ready to say hello. Ni hao.
Is it ok to cry?
