This is probably the last pot I'll ever make at my studio.

I made it this last weekend. It's really sad, the feeling is like getting punched in the stomach. My studio is closing. I don't know how to even express how I feel. Devastated. Like as if a close friend just died. It's hard for me to even write about it right now, but I have to. The studio is such an important part of my life. I go there all the time, every week, they are so kind to let me, they always give me snacks and tea and lots of kind words. The people there have been at times the only friends, and the only encouragement I've had during my lonesome times in Japan. I would have been lost without the studio. I would have never entered a gallery were it not for my sensei there. How will I ever see them after the studio closes. To be honest, I've been avoiding the place, going when I think nobody else is going to be there. I hate goodbyes, I don't want to say goodbye to anyone. I know I have to go, it's just tough. I know there are other studios, it's not that.... It's just that this place has a very special meaning to me.