You Say Goodbye, I Say Watermelon

Life overseas is full of goodbyes. I said goodbye to my family, friends, job, cats, and car when I left America. Since I made that movie, I've discovered that an overseas life is a transient one. Families move; students graduate; the only place in the country that makes tacos shuts down.

Goodbyes seem to compile during the summer; people drift away at the end of the school year leaving holes and a melancholy feeling behind.

This summer, before I had to say most of the goodbyes, I knew to squeeze in as many hellos as I could. We took the students to the park for the last day of school and capped off our day with ice cream.
 

I said goodbye to my old apartment and moved into a new one, including roommates! Before my roommates scattered, though, we spent quality time together, moving furniture around and dumpster diving so Lydia could upcycle these old windows. In a few months I'll put up a picture of them assembled into a room-divider with paitings-in-progress, I'm sure.
 
 Summer isn't just filled with goodbyes, though. It's also filled with new discovered and crazy adventures. Like going to the public pool and having one of those "We're not in America anymore, Todo" moments. 
 

Summer also brings watermelon, one of life's greatest joys.
 

And silly park days.
 

And long, cool nights that are perfect for exploring and sitting in the park, cheering for the Euro Cup. Or checking your email.
 
And my laundry dries quickly. 

-End Note: I stole some of these pictures from my friend Bethany, since she always has her camera! I want to give her credit for her skill.









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