Sometimes I wonder if I shouldn't be savoring these last few days here. I have a week and a half left. A week and a half, and come the 30th, I will be flying to Boston to see my brother's graduation. And maybe--most likely, even--I will not be coming back. It is a strange disorienting feeling. Earlier this semester, I began acknowledging that these people--many of whom I've only connected with in the most superficial of fashions--may be figures I will never see again. Indeed, I think this was always in the back of my mind. I knew I'd never move to the Midwest for my friends. And I knew they'd probably never move to the West. But now, coming down to these last few days, there is an odd disorientation. Looking out a car window Sunday I saw an old woman and her son pushing their car at the side of the road. I could feel the temporary nature of our relationship--the watcher/watched--like a pain. Sometimes you have those moments where you realize there are so many people in this world. Relationships seem so fleeting. Perhaps I'm just turning tail and running to the few I know are stable. Perhaps I just want some connection to a land I know. It's as if I want all or nothing--either a city I'm tied to or eternal traveling so I don't need to connect, so the fleeting nature of the other is somehow explained to my simple mind.