In the airport....

So, I'm at the airport. I'm about to board the plane. I'm checked in and ready to go after 3 of the longest days of my life--packing, boxing up the rest if my stuff in an organized enough way for my parents to send it, selling my car, answering ads for apartments in New York and my mom has been sick for 2.5 weeks. Plus the emotional aspects of all of that. Selling my car was difficult--it's been the one thing that's been with me consistently for the past 6 years. I've used it for so much--driving home from play rehearsal, driving & moving to and from Appalachian, driving kids around, singing loudly...plus all of the everyday things. It has been so wonderful.

I think I might be starting to believe that I'm leaving, but it's still really difficult for me to imagine being there for a year (+?). I'm excited, but also feel insane for doing this. And today I'm exhausted. It is time to leave, but I'm still sad to say goodbye to so many people and so many memories. But, as my mom said, when I come back, Obama will be President (almost). God willing. So there's something to look forward to. Thanks for allowing me the nostalgic/contemplative entry.

Much love to all--