I am mostly exhausted. My back hurts. The soles of my feet are throbbing. It has been a long day. I am looking forward to sleep, and to a day with very little packing to do tomorrow.

While Mom and I were taking a food break tonight for dinner, I looked across the table at her and said, “I don’t want to be here anymore.”  I have the new job, the new house, the new town–all the trappings of a new life–and still I am waiting to start. Still, I am in the ending of things. I have said all but one of my goodbyes. The last will be my final act here on Tuesday, then Mom and I will get in the car and drive. It is not so long to wait, but for moments today it felt like too long.

I am ready to go. I don’t want to be here anymore.