I once asked other alumni how they felt when they took their last flight and saw themselves leaving from thier so called 'host country', the place they spent their life for over 18 months.
They said... 'it is a mix of feelings you can't really explain'... glad and sad, joys and tears....
That moment has finally come to me. The moment I started to get a few emails about departure and repatriation prep, I realized my US clock is really ticking, counting down, and to be going back to the place where I used to be......
It is ending..... My last two months right here in Atlanta, in USA, the place where I ever dreamed of... The place where I fulfilled my dream, and the place where I never belong to....
