In a little more than an hour, I’ll be off to Dulles airport to board a plane to my new life. I’ll no longer be a resident of the place I’ve called home for nearly 39 years.
I’ll be living in a place where people will probably think I have an accent. I’ll be an outsider because I’m not from there, rather than because I think differently.
This should be interesting.
And full circle: pictures of my house as I left it.