Tomorrow

As of 33 minutes ago, it's Tuesday, not just any Tuesday, but my last day in New Hampshire, and the United States for that matter, until I come home for a short break in December. I find myself sitting on my bedroom floor trying to sort out my feelings about leaving as I pack all of my favorite belongings into a big blue suitcase. For the past 2 years that we've lived here, this place hasn't completely felt like home. But now that I'm leaving, there's no other place I'd rather rest my head.


"And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation."- Kahlil Gilbran


Sums it all up.


For Jon, I think I'll miss him the most. Who said brothers and sisters couldn't be best friends too?