That's pretty much what it's been like these last few weeks: goodbye, after goodbye, after goodbye.
But I'm doing alright, surprisingly.
I left Arizona on an early Tuesday morning with my air conditioning on high and my home made cd's blaring in the background. With thousands of miles of open road before me and 23 years of memories behind me, I was off.
As I drove out of town a slight smile began to creep along my face.
"Wow," I thought to myself, "I'm doing this. I'm really, really doing this."
In just a few short weeks, the goodbyes will all be over and it will finally be time to say hello.
Hello to Paris. Hello to adventure. Hello to my new life.