Tales of Bangladesh

I leave Dhaka in exactly nine hours.

It's been a sad series of goodbyes. I can't write the concluding entry right now--it might come in a couple of weeks--but I will miss the people here very, very much. The friends, the work, the field, the poverty, the rickshaws...it's all come together for an incredibly formative four months. The good times were amazing, the bad times were very low, but I've learned so much here and would live it all over in a heartbeat.

The end of a (too-brief) chapter.
But, as Mitch Albom writes, every ending is also a beginning. We just don't know it at the time.