Tomorrow, we leave.
We head back to the place from where we came.
We abandon the "Land of Lincoln", the "Prairie State".
And I don't want to say goodbye.
I don't want to travel those eight-hundred-forty-two miles to the place that is still called "home".
I don't want to squint through the fog of tears as we pass the wind turbines headed east.
I don't want to avoid my camera like the plague or post color photos from weeks ago that I'm only slightly happy with.
It's Independence Day for crying out loud.
Yet, here I sit wallowing in this sorrow.
I'm avoiding photographing this town, packing our stuff, getting out of this bed.
It all sounds so ridiculous, but at this very moment,
I feel paralyzed.