Goodbye and Good Luck

Parting is such a sweet sorrow. Goodbye friends. Goodbye beautiful city. Goodbye. Hope the new city will be as welcoming as this one, will be as nourishing as this one, will be as warm as this one. Hope the next year will be glorious as this one. Hope I am making the right if not better decision. Hope I won’t regret this. I’m crossing my fingers.

Parting is full of shit. I’d rather resort to partying. Nomad is an island. Boo-hoo, hobo.