Tonight is my last night in Tuscaloosa.

Have I really been here almost six years? That’s a quarter of my life. It’s amazing to me, really.

Tonight, I’m going to go out to my porch and sit in my chair and look out at the trees and the stars for awhile. Just like I did the first night that I moved into the apartment. Just like the night that I turned 22. Just like all those other times that I’ve done it. I don’t know what I’ll think about. Probably reflect on what has been and what’s to come. Just like all the other times that I’ve done it.

Except it will be special, because it will be the final time.