Point of No Return

The "point of no return", according to my friend Colin, is the point after which one person could never see a call from the other on their phone and not understand immediately who it is that called them. I however am going to take some creative license and extrapolate a bit upon what Colin had said in reference to our mutual best friend Jo's leaving Munich. If I were to define the foresaid point, it would go something like this: the point at which two people, or two entities for that matter, have endured so much together, highs and lows, good and bad, tears and laughter, that their identities have somehow become intertwined and each has contributed so much to the other that they somehow are and forever will be a part of each other.

And this, my friends, is the point I am at with Munich. I have now been here for 8 months, and 10 days, and there's no going back. Munich, much like Southern California, Washington,DC, and Italy, will forever be a part of me, and I a part of Munich. Because even in that little amount of time, so much has happened. I have laughed, I have cried, I have loved, I have hurt, I have stumbled and I have gotten back up again, I have tried and I have failed, I have experienced, I have learned, I have grown...I have lived here. And after all that we've been through, there is no way I could ever forget Munich, and or the person she has helped become.