Tonight is my last night in Washington. I wish I had words to tell you what kind of effect that is having on me. Actually I wish I knew what kind of effect that is having on me. It must be a large one, right? Right.
Tomorrow I fly to the East Coast to visit The Lovely Miss Q. In about a week I fly off into what is, for me anyway, the oblivion.
Shit. This is hard, y’all.
This morning I looked like this:
but I’m going to blame that on T-Bone.
It’s almost midnight and I have to be up in about 4 hours and I don’t really know what to say, except—thank you. To all of the people (and there are a lot of you) who made this city my home, thank you. I feel like I can’t type it hard enough. THANK YOU. Such paltry words, but there they are. Thank you.
So I’ll see you in two years. I’ll be the girl you want to punch in the face because she starts every sentence with “You know, when I was living in Africa..”.
Until then, good bye my friends…
May all of our futures be bright.