Apart from my long-life friends from Madrid (OK… Maybe not all of them are so long-life, but whatever!) I feel very lucky to have had the chance of saying goodbye to some people I didn’t think I would have the opportunity to meet again before my departure to Irvine… 1,299 more words
My father was, to my knowledge, the first person in his family to go to college. He and my mother grew up in rural Georgia, a place where men were farmers, women could cook fried peach pies that would melt in your mouth, children played in the rushing waters of swollen ditches after a rainstorm and great-grandmothers could send a stream of brown tobacco juice fifteen feet into a… 1,395 more words
There’s nothing more angst-inducing than meeting an old friend after 30 years when you’ve gained x number of pounds…and aged 30 years.
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Maybe one of the most important issues concerning my pre-departure to the USA is the farewells of my friends. Ever since I came back from Poland in the middle of August I’ve been arranging meetings with my different groups of friends to say goodbye before I leave to California for a year. 1,395 more words