T minus 36 hours and counting

This is proving to be more difficult than I anticipated. Leaving I mean. Not that I haven't left before; sometimes it seems I do more leaving than staying. But this time there is something differant. I don't know when I'll be back. That I will be back is a sure thing, I still own a house here, but whether it will be anytime soon, no one knows, and despite my optomistic front when I explain myself to friends here, it may be a very long time.

It is the more difficult because more so than at any other time in my life, I have (or had) something of a structure, support network, friends, plans, work, and history in one place. Not that I regret my decision to go at all, I would leave this instant were it up to me and I am excited for what the future holds. But these last days have seemed the more precious, and wonderful, as though things were coming together like at no other time prior. I am sure alot of this feeling is more my perception framed by the fact that I am savoring these remaining hours. Is this week really that much differant than two weeks ago? Not likley. But I am.