With only about a week and a half before I shuffle off this rustbelt coil, it makes me think about all the things that I do, and wondering which time will be the last. The last trip back to NJ by car (already happened). The last time bouldering at Coopers (this weekend when my sister comes into town). The last time I’ll see my friends before I go. The last poker game. The last bike ride to work.

I’m thoroughly excited about my move and about all the new fun stuff I’m going to be experiencing, but I can’t deny that I’ve had an awesome time here for the last 4 years, and all of my friends will be sorely missed.