This past week has been one of lasts — last session with my therapist of four years, last night spent in my own bed, last trip to my in-laws’. Today is my last full day in Santa Cruz, and is also my last spin class. I know that sounds trivial, but it has been a major source of friendship and community for me this past year, a place for social interaction during what has otherwise been a solitary and introverted time.

I am sad at all these lasts, but not as much as I expected to be. Putting on the snail’s shell again has been easier than I thought, most likely because I have left this place I call home so many times before and always returned to it in the end. I am a creature of habit, routine, and comfort zones, yes, but I have also been moving and traveling abroad since I was tiny, so there is something reassuringly normal about the utter lack of normalcy that entails.

In other words, while there is still too much left for me to do to really be excited about my trip tomorrow, I am still looking forward to it, if only as a release from the tension of the past months. I am definitely not as sad as I expected to be about leaving my home town yet again. I’m somewhere in between excitement and sadness — in fact, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say I was calm. What a concept.

In other news — my better half has made it safely to Budapest, where he is conferencing to his heart’s content. Yesterday I had to repack the huge bag he left here for my brother to take with him to London, because it didn’t meet the weight requirements of their airline. I hunted through his clothing for the heavier items, and I came up with: a hard drive, two power bricks, an anemometer, a joystick, and a power strip. You know you’re married to an engineer when…!

Ditto when he later told me that he had had to unpack his electronics-filled carry-on twice within 30 feet when he got to Heathrow yesterday. Sigh.

So remember: never travel without your anemometer. But don’t be surprised if people want to take a closer look at what’s in your bag.