this christmas is extra special. it's the last one i'll spend in the states for a while. i'm moving. far far away.
to a land where the natives talk funny. where they drive on the wrong side of the road. and they add extra letters into(u) wordes.
i'm immigrating. i got my shiny visa in my passport. i have tickets. i have things to ship. things to give away.
it's scary.
but it's here. it's finally-actually-really-honest-to-goodness here.
surreal. perhaps that's a better word for how i'm feeling.
it's like, you plan and plan. think and think. but it's an event far in the future. until...
WHAM!
it hits you. it's here.
it's no longer in the future. it's tomorrow. it's now.
and soon enough. it'll be yesterday.
...
tomorrow is when it becomes real. when he steps off that plane. when we celebrate this, our last christmas is boston. for in 2 weeks...
we fly.
i've always loved flying.
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