Goodbye, but not forever.

The worst part about going on exchange is having to say goodbye to some wonderful people I've met in the past five months.

You know it will happen eventually.  But you kind of push that thought aside and stop thinking about the few days remaining with them, until you're suddently at the point where you have to give them one last hug, one last goodbye, and "have a safe flight."  It still hasn't sunk in yet, but I know it will soon.

To every one of you who in the past few days has left Uppsala to return home, I wish you all the best and will sincerely miss you for the rest of the year.  We may be saying farewell today, but this is not goodbye forever.