It's here. I leave tomorrow. The apartment has been vacated, all almost all the loose ends have been tied up, and the only thing left to do is to finish packing for the summer and then box up the few remaining things that I won't be needing over the next couple of months. I should probably be more excited, or nervous, or emotional than I am right now, but I'm simply too tired to fully process the enormity of what lies in front of me. I feel bad that I didn't get to say a proper goodbye to lots of people, most notably my (former) roommate, Keith. Our paths haven't crossed at all over the past few days, and I don't think I'll be able to see him before I leave. I've struggled with a little bit of guilt over "abandoning" him, especially since he hasn't had any success in finding another roommate and thus may be forced to move into a different/smaller/cheaper place. I know it's no real fault of mine, but even so...

I had a bad moment yesterday when I couldn't recall where my passport was. I remembered placing it between the pages of a book for safekeeping, but couldn't recall which book it was - or whether the unknown book had already been packed away. After about 15 minutes of frantic searching, I finally located it. Of course, it wasn't in any of the boxes I unpacked, or even in a book at all, but lying in plain sight. Since then I've guarded it like a hawk.

I just realized that the day is almost over, and I haven't made time to get in the Word yet. Dangit. When I don't have a routine, my life starts to unravel. I think that despite my flexible, go-with-the-flow nature, I crave structure and discipline... even if I don't always enjoy them. Time for bed, it's going to be a busy couple of days of travel