I’ve lived here my entire life; 29 years right here in this patch of sand.
I only know in part what my wife must feel immensely, what it is to leave a place so familiar. What it is to leave home.
This is where I live. This is home for me.
I’m ridiculously excited about what is to come, don’t get me wrong… but I can’t shake this feeling. It feels like… mourning.
I’ll probably never be back. My life will never be the same.
My wife must be a very strong person, because this is difficult.
I’ll miss my family, and my friends, and all of the incredible students.
I’m about to go do life with a brand new bunch of people… but I’m sure that won’t diminish what I feel for this place or these people.