A rainy afternoon in Brooklyn saw me in my final hours stateside for what will (supposedly!) be three months abroad. Is this actually happening?! I will note it was an absolute whirlwind for days leading up to this departure: packing, cleaning, preparing for the sub-letters, requisite drinking... etc. In the end, I will finally concede to a third bag against my better judgement and back and shoulder wellbeing. My pride in my mind blowing packing skills is forever diminished.
So long America!