leaving

So, in 40 minutes, I check out of my final Bloomington apartment.
I leave this place after 7 years, 2 months and 27 days.
I came to this place unknowingly riding a retrospective prophecy, laboring under a potential metaphysical death threat and knowing absolutely nobody in town.
I leave a community, a group of people that are in some ways more than friends. I leave a home.
For adventure.
We are Chicago bound, damaskrose9 and I. Living in Pilsen, She will be schooling in Hyde Park, I'll be teaching on Goose Island.
All in all, I'll miss this place, these people. But I've run out of Bloomington lessons. I won't learn more by being here, and to continue for me would be a Woodersonian existence, trying to relive past glory, not creating new glory.
I meander through life in such a way that I tend to be bad at goodbyes. It's mostly that I believe in seeing people again so vehemently that I never really entertain the possibility of not.

And so, adieu.