As I stood on the ferry this morning and watched Kingston drop away behind us, I was surprised that I felt so good. We had some hard times this last year, but I don't have any memories of bitterness or regret for the time we spent there. Even though we couldn't make it a permanent residence (for various reasons), I'm still proud to have lived in what (I feel) is one of the most beautiful places in the world, even for such a short time. It was good to us. And now when I catch the occasional view of the Olympics across a rise in a hill, seeing that beauty will mean more to me.
Today, I count my wealth in friends. shrike30 and bluemoonshark were phenomenal, and there's no way we could have made this transition without their help. I dedicate this Perry Bible Fellowship comic to them.