I move in about two weeks. My train is on the morning of the 13th. We’ve started dorm shopping, and it’s beginning to feel really real.

Many nights I cry. I’ve been planning little goodbye get togethers with friends, and I feel like I’m mourning my relationship with a place. I’m not going to stop being friends with my friends (I hope), or stop loving these places, but I’m going to go longer than I ever have without them, and I’m going to miss them.

I got my ears pierced, which I’m excited about. I have to be really careful not to snag the jewelery with my mask and items of clothing.