I think one of the scariest parts of moving abroad, for me, is actually one side of a double edged sword; my favorite part of moving is always meeting new and amazing people and building relationships with them. Frankly, I am so fortunate to have found them everywhere I’ve lived. But the other side of that is another goodbye that will hurt like hell.
I have a family of one kind or another all over the world. Literally on every continent (but Antarctica of course.) And I have said goodbye to every member of that family. I think I cried my face off in California because it was just too many people at once. Literally, not just my eyes, but my face was puffy!
I suppose all of this is to say that China has been good to me. Just like everywhere I’ve been, I’ve packed my bags, not knowing what will happen. And just like everywhere I’ve found new people that add beauty to my life. And I will always take that, inevitable awful goodbyes and all.