Logan Airport, Gate 36B, 6:45 a.m. Friday morning

Pretty sure I shouldn’t be writing right now, seeing as I’ve slept for a grand total of four hours since Wednesday morning. I guess it’s good that I’ve had so much shit to do in the last few days. I miss Boston already, and I think I’m in too much of a daze to get really excited about what’s ahead. Thanks to an unbelievable amount of thoughtfulness and generosity on the parts of my friends, family and coworkers, I’ve gotten a chance to say goodbye to almost everyone over the past two weeks; but I still feel like the last 48 hours was like ripping off a giant band-aid. On Wednesday, I lived in an apartment in Jamaica Plain with three great guys, and had seen pretty much everyone I know inside the previous two weeks, and was in a great relationship. This morning, that room is empty, all of my crap in boxes at my parents’ house, and I’m looking ahead at short visits with scattered friends and family interspersed with long swaths of alone time. I’m too tired to be nervous, sad or panicky, I’m just thinking about it. Still, I’ve started most awesome chapters of my life in a totally sleep-deprived state. I didn’t sleep a wink the night before my high school or college graduations, and these all-nighters were both followed by great things. Flight’s boarding, and looks to be completely full…sucks to be 6’-4” tall.