The Internet Is A Dick

I just spent an hour writing a farewell post, and the internet ate it. Fuck you, internet.

Here's the summary : I feel strange packing my life up into a box and driving away from my home. I feel unprepared to make a new home for myself. I hate leaving my friends, family, and home turf behind.

I leave tomorrow, Saturday, at 8am. Alfonzo is driving from the suburbs, and we're riding up together, but I'll feel very alone without my family along for the ride (not that I've ever sought out opportunities to drive for 9 hours with my family).

I'll see you in November, Atlanta.

Love,
Alan