There's this picture I took. I won't show it to you.
In it, my face is big and a little splotchy, and next to it are two smaller, round faces, my students. My skin is heavily lined, something I've only just noticed. Maybe because it's next to two nine-year-old faces.
I took the picture to help say goodbye to my students. Their young, fresh faces remind me of hello, Korea! Hello, new people! new things! All the welcoming hellos we received when we got here. On my face, those lines embody my time in Korea. I don't mind the lines. I don't want the face of a nine year old -- but it's funny: in a lot of ways I've always kind of felt like a nine year old: full of energy, always feeling a spring in my body with no aches and pains. Until now. Now, it is different.
I've done much work in the last two years here and after it all, my body is telling me rest. So I say goodbye to the Land of the Morning Calm. I'm so grateful for the time I've had.
James and I are quite skilled at saying hello, saying goodbye. It's what we do.
We're off on another adventure for now. Hopefully the restful kind. I'll see you on Yellow Inkling in a couple of months.