It's time to move out of New Hampshire. Out of this adorable little town. Out of this apartment that so quickly felt like a home.
I'm feeling quite strange.
On one hand, I'm really excited to move on to another chapter.
Maybe not going back to school, but after this semester, the whole world really will open up to me.
We'll most likely be in Japan by this time next year.
Probably way sooner than that.
I'm excited to be back in the Midwest, near my parents, near the city I grew up learning how to explore.
There are so many things I have come to truly appreciate since being gone.
But I will miss it here.
I will miss the coffee shop Ben and I went to every morning before we grabbed our raft and took long, quiet floats down the Pemigewasset river. I will miss Ben's kind childhood friends coming over with their guitars and asking if we'd like to build a fire to sing around.
I will miss the locally grown food that was so readily available up the road. I'll miss the stars and the mountains. I'll miss everything I have learned to love up here, but I know it's time for me to move on.
Ben is at work right now, and though he told me to wait for him to come home and help me, I've started packing things up. It's nice seeing all our things together: his Russian literature mixed in with my mother's broken down copy of Joan Didion's The White Album. Our collection of DVDs. Candles that we purchased together on our first week in New Hampshire.
All of it.
The next few days will be quite strange, but I know that after the sadness and stress and crazy 24-hour drive, I'll be in a new place filled with new possibilities.
I suppose this is just how things go.
Until I arrive in the midwest,