The final goodbye in Seoul turned out to be the hardest. No surprise there of course. Made it through the dinner and held back the tears until I was walking away. I didn’t look back.

You can’t live your life in sorrow and regret. I’m trying desperately to shake off the sadness that has followed me like a shadow since the day my former life ended. The weekend in Seoul was my symbolic funeral. The past is dead and buried. In eleven days I’ll be reborn into a new and uncharted life. My hope is that it will be a happy one. And of course, it is up to me to make that happen.

Some more photos from my farewell tour:

The dart crowd from my final tournament.

Some old friends showed up for a birthday party, so I gifted them with a photo opportunity. Yeah, I can be generous that way.

My final beer at Shenanigans with the nephew Justin and owner Willie.

Thanks to everyone for everything.