Personal log, StarDate 3002.33:
I wrestled my bike into pieces this evening - the first physical indication of my now-too-soon departure. I don’t want to leave these people! I finally develop deeper relationships with those around me, and now I go and remove myself. I find my personal, political, and moral footing just in time to pack up and leave.
Oh, and I packed today, too. That was stressful - I cropped one pair of pants and half of my shirts. The good news: my checked bag only weights 25lbs (well below the limit of 23kg - you do the math, it’s less).
I feel the foreboding of an aching heart - a small sinking everytime I think about Thrusday. These cold feet are difficult to warm.
-=\ joe /=-