I know now that everything is impermanent. It's a realization that really only struck me... the depth of which only struck me, in the last couple years. It was somewhat painful at first, and then just bittersweet, and now it just is. That's the heart of acceptance, really. Nothing is forever, and that's okay. I will miss this place and I will miss this time, despite the hardships of the last 12 or more months. Missing things is okay too. It's a sign that you're alive and that your heart still works properly.