See-you-later's

I walked in the apartment complex door and took out the folded toilet paper to blow my nose - and paused.  Scarcely forty minutes ago I had been in Kat's apartment, playing cards with Natalie, sharing their corn, and conversing between hands and Kat's Chinese studying.  As we left, I had grabbed the toilet paper in case I needed to blow my nose on Caltrain on my way to Hillsdale.  I didn't use it, but I felt the need to as I entered the apartment complex.  But I hesitated.  At that moment, it sunk in that I was leaving, not knowing when I would be coming back, that I didn't know when I'd see Kat, one of my best friends at Stanford, again.  I brought the paper up to my nose as if to blow, but I again hesitated and brought it down, staring at it.  Memories of the day went through my head, the laughs, the smiles, the "Tonight. YOU."s, the times when she gets all over me (;-), our discussions about Japan and China - I'm going to miss these so much.  Cooking dinners together and getting fro-yo late at night after Wildberry had closed (but they'd still let us in) - such fun memories that are making it so difficult to leave Stanford behind.  There are so many people I haven't had time to see, or haven't had time to properly rehash memories or make new ones.  I'll miss them all.  The next few days are going to be very difficult.  And then, I blew my nose.

But no goodbyes, only see-you-later's.

See you later, Kat.