I no longer have purple hair. It's strange. I am entering this strange liminal state. I thought I'd been living in one already as a graduate student, but preparing to leave the States for a year is a little like preparing to get married, or die, or something similarly long term and grown-up. I've been having serious conversations with friends, and I've been giving my stuff away. I've been feeling more and more calm, and that's good. I'm going to stuff what I can into two suitcases, and my backpack, and that will be what I have to live out of for one year. In a way, I'm beginning to feel free, what ever that means. The idea of giving up stuff for a year is actually something I'm happy about. I didn't know that would be the case.