My head is noisy today, and I'm having a difficult time writing. It is a week of many good-byes, and that is always daunting in its mere finality. You can plan a long trip, but until the moment you step on the plane, it lacks a certain reality. No going back from here--that's how I feel as the door closes behind me. And yet I'm so ready for the sense of freedom that comes with moving forward at the appropriate time. My soul is restless for a new country to settle into; the old passport describes a woman who is no longer me. But who ever said sojourning is easy? Make no mistake. There's no going back from here.