We've come full circle.

Kelsey and I spent our last night at swimming squad the same way we began: swinging on the swings in the little playground next to the pool in Oadby. And, instead of talking about life this time, we talked about death.

Now, I am not trying to sound morbid, because that's not what our conversation was about at all. I just think it simply should be noted that we truly have come full circle, and maybe it really is time for us to go home.

I'm beginning to accept the inevitability of May 17th more and more with each passing day. In 3 days, I'll be on a plane back to Atlanta, probably tear-stained and still drunk, but heading home nonetheless.

And as much as I don't want to leave, as much as I'd rather stay on the swings with Bob, going back and forth, I know that I really do need to move on. This place has been so amazing to me, these people have been my best friends for 5 months, and it is so hard to say goodbye. But, as I told Robbie, who is going through a bit of a leaving-crisis as well, we can't think about tomorrow. We can only live today.

I'll deal with home when I get there. Right now, I just need to be here while I'm here.