Today is Patriots’ Day, which is also Marathon Monday here in Boston. Tonight, my dad and I are going to the Celtics game. I’m planning when to go to Santarpio’s for their “BBQ” and when to play trivia at the Druid with DJ Dave. Maybe I’d be thinking of doing all these things anyway, but now, each one of these trips, these events, have a little more meaning attached because I know it’ll be the last time for awhile.
I don’t feel maudlin about it; Tarps’ll be around when I get back. But the sense of actually leaving home, of going halfway across the world, it hits when thinking about these last chances to go and do the things that make this place home. After giving my notice at work this week and signing the lease to rent my condo, now it’s clear that some doors are closing and others opening. It’s exciting to be going off on an adventure. But I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I’m a bit apprehensive too.