And the good-byes begin...

It surprised me this week when I realized that the last 3 weeks went by in 3 days. The reality started to sink in. These students, the ones we have invested time and love into; we are going to be saying good-bye to. Even though next semester we will remain in Nanjing, the school we are moving to is about 45 minutes away, which will hinder our ability to keep in good contact with them. We have felt so blessed at this school. We love the students and they seem to love us too :) Last night we got a call from a group of freshman inviting us to a good-bye dinner with them. They treated us to a great meal and wonderful conversations!

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Home Sweet Home

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