Leaving is fine.



But this prolonged goodbye period is unsettling. I left my job, I left my apartment, I'm starting the goodbye process with my friends. I'll be saying goodbye to my family throughout the next three weeks.



In the kitchen a few days ago I said something about San Francsico and my mother randomly teared up. "It's going to be a long month," I told her.



But it will be a short month, I fear. Saturday I'm off to Ann Arbor. I will finally get to look into his eyes again.



Then I'm back, but ping-ponging from friend to family to dinners to movies. Perhaps a quick trip to Baltimore for a party next weekend? We'll see.



It may not be a long month, but it will be a tough month. June 23rd is nearing.