… for the last time until who knows when. It’s a weird feeling.
I’ve got butterflies in my stomach. All my stuff (not that there’s much – I’m packing light because I have so much to bring back) is packed and ready to go… I just can’t bring myself to load it into the car and actually leave. It’s psychological, I think – it’s like the longer I wait to leave for Pullman, the longer I have until I leave Pullman.
I’m not 100 percent ready to say goodbye to that place or the people yet. And that’s the first time I’ve been able to admit it. This is the biggest change I’ve made in my life and it’s a bit daunting.
It’s not that I’m sad, per se, just… nostalgic I suppose. The last four years are flooding my mind and I can’t believe I’ve done everything I’ve done…