It was only a few weeks ago that I finally started to get the hang of things and think of Seminar House as my home. So quick to come and go, the price of a person who travels so much that they have no home. Their home is where they make it. This wanderlust is a part of who I am, but so are each of the places where I've set my bags, so is the farm and the lonely house on Jamestown Rd. that holds my heart in its tattered shutters and dirty walls.
I don't have much time to write. I'm trying not to let the rush affect me. I think if I lost this last little bit of time, it would hurt me more than a failing grade.
Goodbye, Camino, my omu, a soul who has become like a sister, mother and friend at the same time. She's a bit of every woman who is dear to me, yet transcends them all with a spark that is all her own. You deserve more than simple happiness can afford you. Goodbye, Chris, Tamara, Arumi, Kristin, Sole, Loru, Joe, Donna, both Jessica's, both Tonya's, Hiroki, Aki, Kumiko, Leslie, Marsha and Beck, Kent, Bjorn, Kevin, and everyone else that it hurts me now to think of leaving. If I see any of them again, it'll be a blessing, but more likely a miracle since there are sometimes oceans between us. If I've forgotten to mention someone, forgive me. There are honestly too many here to write.
Adios mi amigos.
Suenya con los angelitos.
You have taught me more than any book, my teachers and my friends. Be blessed.