A Lefty Writes

The car is mostly packed. All the final details (that I can think of) are taken care of in the apartment. Now it's one more night out with friends and I'm off in the morning.

It's hard to believe it's actually happening. I've been talking about it for a while and thinking about it for a while before that, but still... this is all kind of surreal. I've definitely been dealing with a lot of the sadness of saying goodbye to people, but I don't think the full scale of this has hit me yet.

Maybe once I get to Boston.