I'm packing up my desk at LBL, turning in my badge, leaving behind my logbook which is a diary of my work life for the last two years. This is very depressing. I have some nice pictures I took recently, but I can't upload them because they're at home and my internet has already been disconnected. In lieu, here is a list of interesting things on my desk.

*logbook
*French conversation daily calendar
*fish mug from Monterey and LBL 50th anniversary mug
*busted Varian vacuum gauge
*"You Da Baddest Girl Who Done Got Into Grad School" certificate
*many varied screws
*sticky of notes from when the Penn grad chair called
*sticky of Basho haikus which I wrote down for some reason
*German Euro coin
*old drafts of my journal article
*IEEE conference program

:( I don't want to go.

I had dinner with some BFC people, hung out talking at Kurt and Cinthia's, and said goodbye for a couple months to Max and Wenjing, who leave tomorrow. Natalie e-mailed the group to arrange for my goodbye lunch later this week. I have two weeks left at work.

And it's like... I gave a talk today which wrapped up one of my projects, the edge pixel one, and several people told me how good it was. And I've been doing a lot of stuff with my friends here, having a great time. I don't really want to leave my friends, I don't really want to leave my job, I don't really want to leave here, where it's beautiful and there's good food and lots of fun things to do. I know Philadelphia will be great... I know it'll be amazing, because it'll all be new and different and Ben will be there with me, finally with me. But I'll miss this... this is only the second time, really, that I've had to leave someplace I thought of as home.

I'm not really depressed, because there's so much to look forward to. But I have a hard time leaving things behind.