Last Day at Home

I feel like everything I do today is going to be proceeded by the word 'last.' Last cup of coffee; last time seeing my friend, Rita; last time I drive a car. A couple of months ago when I got home from traveling, I was almost immediately ready to head out again. But now, since I've been home awhile again, I'm getting sad. I'm going to miss a lot in 27 months. This I know. It just better be worth it.