Moving out of our apartment was incredible.  The kind of incredible that wears you out, that makes you so tired that you can't think and your head gets all fuzzy while your body keeps throwing things in giant bags and boxes until you find yourself in an empty room, exhausted, holding strange items from under the bed that you never knew existed.

And then there were the parties, the extreme laughter and fun of having wonderful friends shower you with attention.  Saying goodbye really can bring people closer.  It makes you think about what this person means to you, and how much you value your short time enjoying their company.  In a world such as this, friends, close friends, are worth far more than anything you can posses.  They are an extension of what you love about humanity, and about what you value in life.  And good friends are hard to come by, and easy to take for granted. 

As we ready ourselves for the trip, I think with fondness, about the people in my life, and how they give meaning to the word Home.