Weird.

I mean, I guess it's not really that weird, since my time here has to some extent been governed by the length of my lease. But two years ago today I was arriving from a cross-country trip, and tomorrow I'm leaving on a cross-country trip.

Stuff's packed... my apartment is full of boxes. It's very strange to think that I'll pull out of my parking space in about 30 hours, I'll pass under the often-busted garage door, and I won't be coming back in a few hours or a few days. Or ever, most likely.

I've really liked it here. I've met some really cool people, visited some incredible places, and discovered one of America's great small cities. But I'm also excited about starting this next chapter of my life.