Bon voyage.

New York.  The most transient place I can think of.  After living here for nearly a decade, it's apparent that it's not going to be permanent for all of your friends.  Most of them leave after two or three years.  Another bunch will take off after five.  Others, a small handful, call it quits after nine or ten.  And on and on.  Two of my friends will move to Barcelona on Sunday.  It's always hard to part ways with people you care about.  Even when you've come to expect it.

Here we go, Day 311: