The end was so abrupt and there were so many lose ends left untied. And so there I was staggering into the airport with my over-sized luggage with stuff I probably don't even need wearing as many of my clothes as possible to cut down on weight in the luggage (they didnt even weigh my luggage!) And I'm whimpering with snot pouring down my nose as I go through the security line, and answering the courtesy questions, "and how are you doing?" with such pathetic little ok's that they granted me some kindly chuckles.
I understand now a little about why my parents acted like I was crazy and my friends acted like I was brave. I'm not very brave actually, and this jump into a whole new life scares me. But here I am anyway, I guess that counts for something.