Today is my last day in the United States (for now). I've left NYC, given up my apartment, sold all my furniture, quit my job, packed up all my books, and put all my worldly possessions in my parents' attic. For the past two weeks, after Andrew left, I've been reading Bleak House (Dickens) for a freelance project and idly packing suitcases, feeling as though I've dropped off the edge of the earth; but the actual move itself is yet to come. This move to Spain involved several moves--leaving New York, coming to Connellsville, and now leaving for Barcelona.
Tonight I'm going to Target and out to dinner; and then I'll finish packing. By Sunday afternoon...I'll be living in Spain.