Despite any ambivalence towards my pending move to Europe, nothing I feel right now compares to the astonishing level of arterial agony and grief I felt but a few brief months ago.
I do not casually leave my magical home Cambodia where I learned to be loved.
As despotic and dusty as my home can be, it is also a place full of unaffected humanity engaged in a heartbreaking struggle against itself.
It is precisely the exquisite struggle of life in Cambodia which compells me to abandon what has become so familiar in exchange for a life in Europe with only the certainty of love.
I know no more what the future holds than I did when I moved to Cambodia six years ago. Yet, as I embark I must remind myself that everything worth remembering in life, has been unexpected.