With only 5 more months to go, I’ve started realizing things I am really going to miss about Moldova. As I am sitting with my back next to the warm soba (one of the things I’m going to miss), I hear Vasile outside. If our gate is open, he walks in yelling, “Antonina! Tonina! Antonina!” looking for something to do or for some flowers. I’m really going to miss him.