To say I hate saying it is like saying I hate mold or waiting in line. Losing things. Holes in socks. Natural disasters.
It's just one of those things that no one likes.
I’m so sick of saying it. After a lifetime of practice you would think I would be used to it. Not so. I still very much cry my eyes out.
Some good news is, the countdown until I go back to Germany (7 sleeps) starts. At least this time 'hellos' will outnumber 'goodbyes' as I head to a community of friends in Herrnhut.
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