Said goodbye to Jean-Michel last night. I can’t wait go see him in France and hang out all over Europe. It’s tough to realize what’s happening when I say goodbye to friends. It doesn’t hit me until afterwards. I won’t see JM again for at least half a year. It was the same when I said goodbye to Amina, I wasn’t comprehending how long it would be before I saw her again. I’ve been around them every day for months now. I think it’s impossible not to take for granted the way things are. It is impossible to live every moment as if it will be the last. Things would be too sad and crazy. Instead of “live each moment as if it were your last,” I propose my motto to be simply “live.” That way I will experience all the ups and downs, all the joys and sorrows, all the glories and tragedies, everything I can from what this life has to offer me. I will know what it feels like to have a familiar thing or person taken from me. I will know what it is like to be content and happy and comfortable. I will also not shun any new things or experiences. I will just “live” to the best of my ability.