Well then, I just received word that I should be gone by this time tomrrow. After speaking the heavily French-accented voice of my trucker, I discovered that I'll be loading a truck between 3 and 4 pm tomorrow and on the road directly after that.

So, does it feel real yet? Nope, not really.

So, as I've had the stray thought leaking into my grey matter regarding this leavetaking, I offer them to you here in approximately the same semi-coherent fashion that they came to me in.

Leaving is making me realize that I don't value the people around me enough. To everyone that I know I say that I'm sorry for taking you for granted.

Leaving is making me realize that I have way too much stuff. I'm not a rich person by any stretch, but most people on this planet would disagree with me. I don't want to spend my life accumulating more and more stuff; I want to spend it experiencing life to the full.

Leaving is making me realize that where I live makes all the difference in the world.

Leaving is making me realize what a great group of people I've had the privilege of knowing over the past year and more. I'll miss you all.