So there have been so many hellos and goodbyes--in moving I've thrown out the tiny items accumulated over four years: the clip from Brooklyn College's old ID, my first wallet what my dad gave me, assorted remains of mechanical pencils. Hellos, though, have been to students who seem smaller than ever and new teachers younger than ever too.

Lost habits included kyudo, sacrificed for the sake of the perfunctoriest board interview in the world, and kendo, sacrificed for moving activities various.

I've been coveting, though: cookware, wood furniture, and new shinai.