There it is. About 94% of all of the stuff I’m taking to college. One gains a better understanding of what he has—and what he needs—when stuffing it all into boxes. Almost as interesting as what’s in those boxes (which would be easy because they’re all labeled) is what isn’t. The trinkets that we accumulate and never get around to dealing with. The shirts we never wear. The photos that don’t mean as much as we thought it did. Everything becomes a bit smaller and a bit more superfluous. To tell you the truth, I’m not ready to go yet. Everything is essentially packed (or pack-able within minutes) and I’ve said my final good-byes, but I don’t feel finished here yet. Maybe I’ll move back here some day; I don’t know. I can’t quite place the apprehension. Maybe I know that I’ll miss the easy familiarity of Tallahassee, of friends’ houses, or all of the shortcuts. I’ll miss friends and memories. But there’s a little nagging feeling inside as if I forgot to do something… But whether I’m ready or not, Thursday at noon, the clock will strike one last time in my ear before I depart. Then: Nashville.