one foot out the door.

Leaving is different this time. Before I always had to come back, I had unfinished business. But now, I'm not tied. There's no return ticket.

But I am tied. Wandering down these streets, forsythias in the spring. It's the worst time to leave. I love autumn in Michigan. There's something particular about the air and the way the sky looks at night.

Per our conversation today-- maybe this city is fake. Perhaps simply for the fact that it's amalgamated with the U. Who knows really, would that mean my whole experience here was fake? We always questioned whether this whole AP thing was bullshit.

My packing list is no shorter than in was yesterday. How can there be so many things to do?