I left Twin Oaks this morning with the communal trip into town.  I’m using the library as my decompression zone for a few hours, before I spend a week with my partner who lives here near Charlottesville.

I want to write about leaving, and right now it’s too raw.  Sorry, readers.  I want to write from my rawest self here, and at this moment my rawest self doesn’t have the words for what I’m feeling.  I spent the last few days at Twin Oaks feeling like a ghost, physically there but not engaged in what everyone else was experiencing, distinctly seperate.  And now… I’m gone.