Yesterday I came home for the last time before Morocco. Unfortunately, I'm going to be reliving that feeling a number of times in the next few weeks. They say home is where the heart is, and my heart is with the people who mean the most to me. Since these people are scattered around the globe, I'm lucky to have many places where I truly can say I'm at home. This week I'm saying goodbye to DC and innumerable friends, next week I'll say goodbye to New York, the following week to Los Angeles, and next month to Pittsburgh.
The most drastic of these farewells feels like it will be this week with DC. The city has shaped me more than any since my childhood hometown. I arrived with no plan almost five years ago, yet I've managed to build true friendships, a meaningful career, and a new outlook on life. The weekend before last, my friends threw the most amazing party to bid me farewell. At the end of the night when I looked around and saw all of the most special people from the past few years together in one spot, I was overcome by an intense feeling of both sadness that I will be leaving it behind and happiness that so many wonderful people have come into my life and have crossed paths with each other.
Although the thought of not being able to take a relaxing run around the Capitol building and watch the sun set over the Potomac brings tear to my eyes, I am fully confident that in two years I will have found a new home in Morocco.
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