Many times we can recognise different periods in our lives, but the line that divides those periods is not always clear. As I write this on the plane that is going to take me back to Argentina, I know I am closing something.
20 months ago, I took a plane in the opposite direction. The idea was to live and work in France for something like 7-9 months; I stayed more, got a Master's degree, met a lot of people, made some good friends, found a place that we would call —and feel as— home; and generally had a great time, so much that I almost didn't have time for any hacking.
Good bye, France, the fond memories of this time are going to stay with me. Maybe someday, life brings me back.