26 days left in Chicago. I cannot wait to move home. I have been up to my ears in stress and loneliness and extreme homesickness. I think I found a subletter, but I'm not going to jinx it. I'm so scared that everything will fall apart before I move and keep me from getting home. I have a feeling I'll be doing another one of those "get rid of everything you own" bits before I leave. I just can't be bothered to care about material shit when all I want right now is connections and presence.
silversurfer:
Sounds like you've got a good plan for getting re-grounded.