Dear friends, If you don’t already know, I am leaving at the end of the month to migrate to Australia for personal family reasons. I have been trying to convince myself that leaving shouldn’t be so hard. Sombre it may be, but it doesn’t have to be a tragedy or melodramatic. If you never left anything or anyone there would be no room for the new. According to the binary thinking of nationalist rhetorics that view emigration in terms of quitters and stayers, I am definitely a quitter. Undeniably, to move on is an infidelity—to others, friends, colleagues, family, to the past, to old notions of oneself. But perhaps every day should contain at least one essential infidelity or necessary betrayal. It would be an optimistic, hopeful act, a guaranteeing belief in the future—a declaration that things can be not only different but better. Therefore I am exchanging my 6 by 4 windowless office space that doesn’t overlook the beautiful ALC balcony garden, for a spot of green in a backyard somewher...