leaving it behind

In a lame attempt at symbolism, I got my (longer than ever before) hair cut today. Releasing the inches of hair that had grown - probably over the entirety of the LOA decision-making process - was actually a little cathartic. However, while letting go of the quaff I had acquired was a bit of a welcome release, I am letting go of quite a bit more in Boston that I am terribly sad to leave.

Thank you, my dear friends, for everything. You are my family, my world, my support, and my courage. I wish that you could physically accompany me on this ride I'm taking, but nonetheless I am here and you are with me always. I cannot wait to see you again!