The time is now,
It has come,
And I must go.
As I write these words I am in the final stages of packing. Soon all will be packed, and then loaded into the van. Soon my dad and I will take to the front seats and start our drive. Monday or Tuesday we should arrive in the land where the next phase of my journey will start. A new town, a new school, a new graduate program, and a new dwelling for my cat and me.
It is so near, and yet in some ways seems so distant and far off. Time, and human experience of it, is an interesting thing, so simple it seems and yet so complex.
Well now I go. . . When shall I write again? I do not know, but be assured that the next time will be from a different place, though perhaps from this same keyboard.
Peace be with you,
— Lyle II