Where to begin? After almost an entire month of leave has come and gone. Wish I could pretend that it was wasted and that I was somehow shorted by the time I had, but I wasn't.
I got to see my dad while home on R & R. I visited West Point to see my brother play rugby. I partied with some old friends in Philadelphia, State College, and even saw my favorite artist play a set in Richmond.
Traveling was the staple of my leave (as I guess it always is) but I also had some good absolute-lazy-useless-person time. Usually, I get uneasy at being that way, but I think it is necessary before such a big move. Leave was topped off with a trip out to the Chesapeake to visit my grandfather. Such a serene place to visit in the fall. V and I were in blissful laziness whole time.
After getting back we made our way up to Dulles and somehow made it last minute on our flight. We were extremely lucky. A tip... airports have less people and better fares on Wednesday.
The flight was mostly uneventful--save for those satisfying moments of observing us crazy humans. Where the story really starts is Tuscon, AZ. In the past four days, I life has changed more than I would have ever expected.
