Goodbye is not The End.

Sometimes I feel like this whole thing is a much bigger deal to EVERYONE ELSE than it is to me. I mean, I'm excited and nervous and all. But everyone else is acting like I'm going to die and this goodbye is REALLY GOODBYE. Like, it's the last time we are going to see each other.

Maybe it's like when someone dies it is easier for them than for everyone else. To them, they may be in peace and bliss finally. But their family and friends don't know how to make it without them. Their lives are changed because of it.

Slightly too dramatic, but I'm just trying to understand the clinging.

Goals for today:

• Admire my two PACKED SUITCASES
• Read my new summer novel: Memoirs of a Geisha
• Leave the house