Even, or especially, Cookie Monster is sad to see me go.
Half a suitcase packed. Laundry still to do.
I'll make it.
I've said goodbye to the writer/teachers who encouraged me through the Denver Writing Project's summer institute, to my Spanish tutor, to my beautiful cousins, my mom, my dance friends, my yoga studio...
It will be hard to leave behind my bed. And my Dad. And even that skinny black cat that thinks my stomach is a good place to take a nap.