i’m going home in nine days. nine short days. time passes in such odd ways. but this - this is tangible. it’s odd. I’m going to miss my life here. being in charge of my schedules, of having a place all my own. this independence. I’m different then when i left pdx. but at the same time, i’m not going back to people who haven’t grown. we all change, morph, and develop. change is the only thing we can rely on, and yet its the very thing we push away. nine days, 3 exams, one plane ride, to the 503.