My departure is quickly arriving. (Did you see what I did there? I. Am. Hilarious) I leave in just eleven days. Yikes, is that number getting small. I'm starting to getting really antsy, like I have a tightly wound ball in my chest. It's part anxiety, party excitement, and part pure sadness. I finally started packing today, and I had this moment where I was trying to decide which t-shirt to bring, and it really hit me. I have to actually decide what to bring and what to leave behind. How do you know what part of you deserves to come? And then there are those things that you can't bring with you, like your family. Suddenly that ocean is looking fairly vast.