I’m leaving the country in a few hours. I’m leaving the country. In a few hours. Clearly, it’s not sinking in.

The bags are packed. All this

and more, actually.

Fit into all of this

So yeah. The bags are packed. The apartment is clean. The cats are taken care of. Relevant parties have been notified.

But it still doesn’t feel real. At all. I’m not freaking out. Everything has gone smoothly (I know, I know…I’m jinxing it). I’m sure there will be stress. Traffic. Airport security line. What have you. What blows my mind at this point is how little anxiety I have manufactured. I’m usually so good at that! Am I losing my edge?

Anyway, all this is to say: We’re off!