The End.

So maybe this was going to be a long, heartfelt and tear soaked farewell letter to my beloved homeland but time constraints and a raging hangover say otherwise. Last night I had a BBQ on the roof of my building for my co-workers and about 17ish students, as sort of a Hey-I-Might-Never-See-Any-Of-You-Again type of party. Actually it began that way, but halfway through it switched to an Eviction Party as I successfully managed to unite the entire block in their hatred against me. Seriously though, around the clock Vietnam has to be the noisiest country I have ever been to, by far. I mean my neighbors a floor below me karaoke at 2am on a Tuesday. Not to mention the assclown in the building adjacent to my room who has been aimlessly hammering something for the last 15 minutes, even though its only 8:00am. But as soon as I finally get some payback, somehow all my neighbors suddenly remembered that being obnoxiously noisy is kind of a dick move.

Anyway that's neither here nor there, because it was an awesome night regardless. Some random things I will most definitely miss:

• The 15-20 minutes before class each day when all of the faculty would try to scramble and put together a lesson plan (uh... just kidding students, we always knew what we were doing)
  
• Mobbing around town in a large group of motorbikes weaving through traffic
  
• Michelle Obama
• The chaos that rules this city that somehow manages to work and make sense in a purely Vietnamese way
• Being able to eat delicious street food around the clock for less than a dollar
• Just hearing the Vietnamese language everywhere
• The tenacity and general badass-ness that characterize the Vietnamese spirit
  

But of course, I will obviously miss the people the most. Specifically, all of my hilarious co-workers and students. Hands down the best part of traveling is being able to meet new people. This also means that eventually, you will have to leave these people and face the very real prospect of never seeing them again. Between graduating, Tunisia, here, and wherever I end up next, I feel like I am always breaking off a part of me and leaving it behind. Of course I genuinely mean it when I say I will return or we will see each other again, but sometimes life is a tricky biatch. Anyway I have one class left and short time to pack my life up again and to get out of dodge.

So to the land of my Father and my Father's Father, to the land that most people (myself included) only know about through poorly researched and Cambodian-casted Vietnam War films, to the land that, even when ugly is still the most Beautiful Country in the World, goodbye.

Now, how do you say Hello in Greek?