When I arranged the goodbye dinner, I expected it to be a celebration of a fresh start, of an adventure, an achievement. It seemed to be more like a mourning dinner, everybody seemed sad and quiet. I could see in my friends’ eyes they were already missing me. I saw the uncertainty — will we ever meet again, when, where? My expectation of a celebration contrasts with the mourning tone of the gathering. The dinner became a multivocal event: for me, it was a ritual marking a new beginning, but for my friends, it symbolized loss and uncertainty.