This is a moment. When I look back I see memories as a montage of instances, but if I try to pause the reel and focus on just one, it becomes blurry. This, right now, is a single moment. This moment, Gin Blossoms on the radio, tomato soup steaming on the formica table at Au Bon Pain in the Philadelphia airport, heart swelling with love for the people who’ve bid me farewell, this moment I will always see clearly. I am so lucky, not because I am about to leave for what could be the adventure of a lifetime (though I am), but because I am leaving behind so many people who really love me.