Today is the day that I leave for Europe. In less than half an hour, Jennifer drives me to San Francisco International Airport, and from

Even with the clean bill of health from my doctor, it doesn’t feel real. Even with the airplane tickets, the hostel reservation confirmation form, the

Things kind of settled down for awhile. I got engaged, I got a new job in a new career field, and I moved to a

Warning. Convoluted logic and unmarked segues ahead.         My tickets for Europe arrived in the mail today. For some reason it seems very odd to me