It’s funny to hear yourself say it out loud: We’re leaving New York. Probably New Zealand. No, not for a new job. We’ll travel for a while, get our bearings, apply to graduate school. Not yet, but later in the fall of 2016. We'll fly out of San Francisco. August 20th. The past week has been a whirlwind of telling bosses, friends, and family of our plans to leave New York and move abroad, and the anxiety it gave me was more unexpected than I was ready for. Having it all out in the open was a split second of catharsis until that catharsis gave way to anxiety and a bit of sheer terror, and there were moments I’d catch Zach’s eye and ask him if he’s afraid, or if we’re doing the right thing, or if we’ve made a big mistake. He’s a pillar of resolute strength in the face of all my wavering back and forth, and because of him for better or worse I’m increasingly assured things will turn out okay. I don’t know if this is the cementing of courage or stupidity, and I never mind the two blending together, but I've concerned myself with chasing calmness, and that's still yet to materialize.