Coast is clear.
I ought to be in bed, working on getting to sleep. I don't want to be worrying about Livejournal disappearing or losing what little I still have there and nowhere else. Which, right now, is mostly a few photos and the tiny community
powergeneration - of which itself a lot isn't there anymore because posting members have long since left the site already.
It's feeling a little bit like the sensation of waiting to move somewhere, whether it's out to a new house, or back home for a summer after a year in the dorms and knowing you're not going back to the same room. That awareness your time in a place is on a countdown, and soon you're not going to be able to open that door again and know that room's yours.
Some of that could be pre-trip nerves. Some of it's knowing that an era is well and truly over. Maybe tomorrow morning, it's going to be knowing I'm going back to California.
It's feeling a little bit like the sensation of waiting to move somewhere, whether it's out to a new house, or back home for a summer after a year in the dorms and knowing you're not going back to the same room. That awareness your time in a place is on a countdown, and soon you're not going to be able to open that door again and know that room's yours.
Some of that could be pre-trip nerves. Some of it's knowing that an era is well and truly over. Maybe tomorrow morning, it's going to be knowing I'm going back to California.

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