"Someone told me there's a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair [...] Throw me a line; if I reach it in time I'll meet you up there where the path runs straight and high. " — Led Zeppelin, "Going to California" (1971)
It should be noted that this is my first travel overseas. I have been to Canada—that is the extent of my international ventures. I have been all over the continental US, but when it comes to crossing oceans, that just hasn't been my thing.
The last few days have felt like the last few days of my life, by which I mean all the going away events, the tearful goodbyes, the packing, the giving-away, etc. remind me of those suicide warning pamphlets they give out in high school to Health classes full of pubescent teens. Like I'm giving away all my belongings or something. I feel like I'm going away for good, which I certainly am not, and four-and-a-half months really isn't that long of a time, yet all this has me thinking of what will happen when I do go away for good. Not when I die, no, I mean when I graduate and go to graduate school in another state or travel back to China for more language-learning. This isn't really a Long Goodbye, it's more of a Temporary Adios, but emotions run high in the Brorby household/friendship-circle, so it feels like something more. Don't worry; it ain't.
And congratulations to my old neighbors of 15 years from my childhood home; faithful Packers fans, they are. I may hate your team, but you're great folks, and you deserve such happiness.
Be safe.
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