It's So Close You Can Almost Taste It

Down to my last two weeks. Had a semi-severe case of the Deps, which CSteady assured me is part and parcel of the whole thing, but also is sure to pass. But now I feel the blood rushing. TheLadiesChoice is looking forward to the adventure ahead. Pit-stops to kiss Lady Liberty and re-visit LNGGG will finish off this never-ending summer before finally heading onto MJ's country. (I plan to offer eggs to His Airness' statue before each and every final exam by the way.)

Only the loose-ends are left. Finish up packing. Last-minute lessons on cooking and laundry. Closing time and one last call for alcohol with the boys of A. The Besht Saturday at Friday's. One final look at letters and memories left behind but always brought to heart.

It's only fitting that it's raining outside. Perfect weather for the closet introverts. I can't help but think that these last few moments are really the last of everything. You can always go back, but things will never be the same. Hero's journey indeed. Dandelion wine isn't enough to overcome Closing Cycles.

Rainy season at its best. The calm before the storm as MonsterMo put it. It's so close, I can almost taste it.

Eyes are dry at the last goodbye, a wise man once said. But a wiser man said (albeit at 3 in the morning pigging out in a Chinese restaurant after a heavy night of strong blue stuff):

"Just go."