Yesterday I had lunch with my mentor, who is a very good friend. She asked me if I had let go yet. She waited a second or two, smiled, and told me it didn't look like I was there yet. She's right - I've been so busy moving forward with so many fiddly tasks that I've been able to avoid thinking about the loss that always comes with change.
Yesterday was full of tough goodbyes. This morning I had to say goodbye to a family I dearly love and with whom I will live when I return to Maine next year. I cried all the way back to my apartment and am generally unable to hold it together for long as I get closer to leaving tomorrow morning. This is so, so hard.
I have a few more logistical things to accomplish today and a 40th birthday celebration to attend for one of my favorite people. Tomorrow it's a deep breath and a giant leap into a wonderful, terrifying, dream-come-true adventure, with plenty of tears as I leave, I'm sure. I'm as ready as I'll ever be.