Tomorrow morning I need to close my bank account, pack up all my stuff, and catch a plane back to the States. Over the past week the fact that life I’ve been living here is about to come to a close is really hard to grasp. I like it here. I like these people I’ve met. People I now consider good friends. But it’s time to go. Today we celebrated Anzac Day with two full games of ultimate, playing with Hammer Tron in Hamilton. We had some of the best pizza I’ve tasted here (Pizza Pizza) over some tall beers. One at a time I said goodbye to these friends, not sure when or if I’ll see them again, but hopeful that here, in the States, or somewhere else in the world, our paths will cross again. One of the reasons I decided to leave NZ is so I don’t set up a bi-global life. It’s too hard always feeling separated from people I want to be with. I did that for five years in LA and I’d rather not repeat it across the world. It is hard nonetheless. Will going back feel like I never left? Have I been changed at all by this experience? Will I have to give in to how much I enjoy it and move back to NZ permanently? We’ll see how it all plays out. For now just appreciating what an amazing time it’s been here. Thanks New Zealand!