bittersweet

This is the last week of my contract. My last week of teaching. I've got mixed feelings about it all, but I suppose that it's time to go home for a while.

It's a bittersweet feeling. I'll miss Korea, and the friends I've made. I think that anybody who does this sort of thing has a character trait or worldview that is similar to others who do it. So in coming here I've met some like-minded people who are genuine friends, and not just people to pass the time with. I realized when I got here that the people I meet and friendships I make are merely rentals; I'll have them for a year but then never see them again. So it stings now to see it coming to an end, and I try to convince myself that if/when I come back, it'll all still be the same.

But I look forward to being home, even though it is, much like me, indelibly changed from when I left.