In 2015 I wrote this song before I left LA for 3 months:
I'm leaving Iran tomorrow morning. I was here 2 weeks. This will be my 27th o 28th time here. You'd think after 27 or 28 times it gets easier saying goodbye, but it doesn't matter how many times I've done it, it wouldn't have mattered if I'd stayed longer. It's always hard. It's never going to get easier.
In the past 18 months since the last time I was here, we lost 4 family members that hit everyone really hard, people got engaged, people had kids, people got sick, people started buying fidget spinners.
A lot has happened. A lot has changed. Things will be keep changing.
Damnit, leaving sucks.