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[brigdh]

I'm moving to New York in a month- a month from yesterday, actually.

And it's just struck me that once I leave, I'll never live here again. Not that I'll never be here, but it'll be for a few days, or weeks; I'll visit. I won't live here, in this house or with my parents.

Not that I don't want to go, but I hate to think of good things ending permanently.

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[p-zeitgeist.livejournal.com]

I hate to think of good things ending permanently too -- in fact, I hate it so much that when absolutely forced to contemplate it my mind races straight for the refuge of only-partially-understood concepts from physics. There is no ending permanently, I tell myself. If time is a dimension, things don't end; they merely are put away in some annoying place where you have trouble finding them again. It is the difference between being unable to find an earring, and giving up and putting on another one, and knowing that some burglar stole that earring. Which is to say, no difference at all in practice, but still somehow much less distressing. I can therefore only admire your not-in-denial-ness.

At least you're going somewhere good. When does school actually start? Will you have time to settle in and get used to the place before you have too much work to do?

[wordsofastory.livejournal.com]

*grins* Well, I don't know if I can quite take credit for being not in denial as a philosophical measure. It feels far more like needing to enjoy something as much as you can before it's over, which, since the biggest benefit of it is having free time to do nothing in, is actually rather difficult and is countermanded by trying to enjoy it. But I'm trying!

About ten days, which seems like a fairly long time. Definitely much more than in undergrad; I think we usually moved in three days before classes started.