On November 6th we all woke up in our respective homestays, packed up all of our gear, ate breakfast, and said goodbye to our families for the last time. It was a moment I´ll remember forever. After a little more than 3 weeks living here I had settled into a routine and become comfortable with my surroundings. I memorized how long it took me to walk to the program house and other group members houses. I knew the perfect size rock to carry to scare away the dogs on the road. I´d gotten used to the taste of dust in my mouth. I knew how much to pay the truifi drivers to avoid getting ripped off. I knew the schedule of everyone in my family and placed myself accordingly. By the end of it all I felt as if I was a part of it, and I loved it. Now that we have said our goodbyes I can´t help but reminisce. It´s just like Azar Naifi says, ¨You get a strange feeling when you´re about to leave a place, I told him, like you´ll not only miss the people you love but you´ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you´ll never be this way ever again.¨