Leaving Tomorrow on the Proverbial Jet Plane

I finally packed up my stuff for NYC today—packing for moves usually seems to be a combination of melancholy about leaving where you’re at and excitement about going where you’re going. Today it was a lot heavier on the excitement about going where I’m going, as home here in Austin, as much as I miss it sometimes, is something I know for sure I’m coming back to, unlike Mozambique, or my mission, or something like that. So most of my packing just got me steadily more excited for NYC, for Teach For America, and for a cool new chapter o’ life in general. Pumped? Yes, indeed. I am pumped.