The End of an Era. Goodbye, Richmond.

I've got the all-clear to head to foreign lands. The doc confirmed the ER diagnosis, saying there's a very small shot of it happening again, and if it does, I've just got to ride it out and not play any board games that require a good memory.
I made the mistake of telling the entire county I was going to Korea, so at the school board meeting the other night, the chairman made me stand up and tell the crowd where I was going. And everyone went ooh ahhh, wow. It was, terrible.
Things are progressing on that front, as it looks like Bender and I might be able to get in the same school in Seoul. Now we just have to hope Japan doesn't decide to bomb North Korea anytime soon. That would pose a problem, considering NK could demolish Seoul in about 2 hours. I'm sure I'll have fun over there, but I'm not sure I want to be a refugee for 30 years.
I don't think I can drink anymore. The last two times I've gotten trashed, this incredible wave of depression has washed over me. Maybe my body has finally had enough. It's saying Fuck off, Ryan, I'm not going to be your little bitch anymore.
The excitement of leaving Richmond is tempered by the sadness of leaving Richmond. It's been my home for the past 6 years and I will miss every part of it. I came to Richmond at a buck thirty with bleached blond hair and a huge photo album of high school homosexuality. I leave about 30 pounds heavier, with some shades of gray up top, and a huge photo album of college homosexuality. In a way, I feel like I'm just now graduating college. I was back on campus a bunch the past couple of years, first when Emily was there and then my brother this year. It's tough to let go of it. Every part of me says, that was it, that was as good as it gets. I guess I just have to hope I'm wrong.
The next time I post, I'll be a N.Y. resident once again. Don't tell the Virginia DMV.