I leave in the morning. It's a weird feeling.
Making myself pack was kind of hard (and in fact, I have not finished and I'm supposed to be leaving in like, 7 hours. Whateves, yo. I will borrow my mom's clothes and my sister's clothes.) I think it's because I don't really want this semester to end, as full of angst and woe as it has been... It means I only have one left. And that is very sad. I'm not ready. But I guess I have to be? I'm facing the next step in learning how to say goodbye I guess. It's all a process. I just like parts of this process less than others...
Here is the airport code journey:
JFK=>NRT=>BKK=>CNX
It is a comforting list. I have moved through it before. Let the airport apparatus swallow me whole.
(I guess I should also find my passport. It's on my desk somewhere with all the readings I did over the semester. Also, I realize San Fran is long ago and far away and has sort of ceased to exist since I am no longer there. But maybe I will write about it en-route. There will be time to spare.)
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