Saying goodbye is huge here. If I miss even one person I have made eye-contact with in the past two years, I've got big problems. Rumors start to spread. Case in point: My host mother has told me the story--I don't know--49 times of her former volunteer Nathan. Yes, Nathan supposedly left without saying goodbye AND took the key with him. He didn't say goodbye to the kids and just ran off without a moment's thought or thanks for the family that had housed him.
In all acutality he probably did tell them--or they should have noticed him pack all his things and move them out of the house. At any rate, he is the devil. I don't want to be the devil, so my last few weeks will be spent saying goodbye over and over . . . and over again. Starting with a goodbye party I'm throwing for myself on July 23! You're all welcome!
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