Christ. This is it. My last night in New Hampshire.
I'm nervous, sure, as I always am before uncertain experiences; but mostly incredibly excited at what lies ahead, combined with a large dose of hectic packing craziness. There's a lot of things I'm not going to miss at all (barking dogs, snowy driveways, early painting mornings, questions about my life's direction, arguing parents, car problems, loneliness, heart-crushing memories, commuting, my parents' friends, more loneliness, dim-witted yokels, and lazy kids) and a lot that I will. Of course, I'd make a full list of the people and things I miss that I've already lost to one degree or another, but my plane leaves in seven hours.
Wish me luck.