Packing

Is what I should be doing. But I'm not. Because I'm sitting here typing this blog post about how I should be packing.

In the last five days, I have said goodbye to 90% of the people I know, with the expectation that I will not see any of them again for a minimum of two and a half years, possibly longer.

Tomorrow at noon, I'll get on a bus and drive up to Idaho to spend a much-needed restful weekend at my sister's. I'll be coming back on Monday, but it will be... different. Different because so many of the people who made BYU what it is for me will be gone.

And that's why I haven't started packing yet. Because once I start... I might eventually finish (4 in the morning though it may be). And when I finish, I leave. And when I leave, an entire chapter of my life, the chapter labeled "freshman year," will be over.

Well, I guess it's times like these when I "Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened."