Tonight is my last night in the home I've known for the last 7 years. It's beyond weird thinking that I won't see it again for a year. Everything has become so comfortable. I remember the first night I spent here and how empty it was, the feeling of living in transit which is suddenly upon me again. What was then a new house clean and unfamiliar, has become my delightfully disorganized home.
I said goodbye to most of my friends today, which was miserable. I spent two hours at work talking to people to then come home and spend the entire evening putting off the things I could have and probably should have been doing to spend one last night of normalcy with my best friend. Saying goodbye was harder than I imagined, I've been fighting back tears so much today that now I start crying at anything.
So I find that more difficult than anything else about this trip, is actually leaving on it. Making the final step and walking away from everyon I love.