And the fear finally sets in.

I leave Tuesday, Sept 22.

As the day of my departure looms closer, my attachment to material things increases. I find it harder and harder to let go of objects: scarves, pencil holders, calendars. Perhaps this is because my attached and stable life will soon disappear into oblivion. No worry, though (I think), because life is based on relationships more than things. Or, I hope mine is, but it seems as though I have far too many articles of clothing for that to be entirely true.