Departure

I am supposed to be packing. There are bits of piles scattered all over the house and several half-filled boxes sitting open here and there.

But I don't want to pack.

Partially it's the complexity of this packing project. We're dividing our goods for the fall and it's not quite a short enough time for me to be without a set of wine glasses but maybe isn't long enough to need a full complement of serving bowls. Plus, I've sort of forgotten what's still in Champaign and we have no idea which of us is more likely to have use of the salad dressing pitcher or the small white bowls that can go in the oven. To complicate things further, I'm going to be packing all this into a rental car and have no idea exactly how much space that car's gonna have.

Mostly, of course, the problem is that I don't want to leave. It seemed like a good idea to spend one last semester in Champaign back when I was mapping out the idea a year ago. Today, I'm thinking I'd rather just keep living with Anna. Screw being on-campus for the beginning of the job market. Who needs to teach that last class? What use is it being close to faculty when three fifths of my committee lives somewhere other than central Illinois?

Still, I'm going. A long drive today, trying to get as far across Ohio as I can. Tomorrow I'm headed to Chicago and need to get the rental to O'Hare before 3pm. Should be fun.

And, I'll see Anna on Friday. After all, I'm leaving today so that we can meet up in Minneapolis for a wedding there this weekend.

But this is still the big departure. We've had our last night at home together, eaten our last breakfast at the dining room table. And I do not like departures, even of the temporary sort.

meh. I have nothing profound to say, just some whining to offer. I promise Northern Minnesota photos soon.