scrambled eggs and tears

The sky is crying today

Cooling everything off

Covering Austin in a mist of relief

From the steaming concrete

There's nothing like a good thunderstorm

There's no place like home

I am crying too

I am grasping, clutching and then letting go

I have five weeks left here

All it takes is a sad song and some raindrops

And thinking about leaving

This place I love and these people I love

Jumping off into the unknown

(Which will surely be a mind-expanding adventure)

I think of breakfast tacos and night swims and Alamo movies and yoga classes and my cozy little casita

How lucky I am

So close to my dear friends and parents and siblings

The thought of leaving is surreal, and when it hits me, I lose it

I cry with premature nostalgia

It feels good to sob a little though,

To know that I am in touch with my emotions

To mourn the home I have created in this city that I love

And trust that it will be here for me

Upon my eventual return.