I'm sitting at the desk, and while reading this blog, it didn't take long for my eyes to fog over. It took everything in me to keep tears from squirting from my eyes. (Yes, I mean squirt. Because of all of the pressure from holding the tears back, if I would have let them go, I think they would have squirted.) I hate change, and I certainly hate that people are growing up and leaving, but I'm grateful for courageous friends who are willing to venture to far off places like Pennsylvania, Virginia, and Chile. You guys somehow give me strength thinking that if you can do it, I'll be able to do it in December.