And with the signing of my name on the prop shop wall, my stay at The Heritage Theatre Festival has drawn to a close. I feel as though I've already passed the phase of wanting to stay, or of being upset about my time here ending, and find myself looking ahead much more than I had been even yesterday. Physically, I am in Virginia, but mentally, I've departed back to my room at home, capture the flag, the gaming store, old friends, and Chicago.

. . . I should probably start packing.