For sometime now I've been joking about "the last car" or "the last class", etc., that is, the last car I would ever own or the last class I would ever teach or, well, fill in the blank. However, I guess I'm not really joking about that any more. The other day when I sent an email to several administrators informing then that this school year would be my last, it clearly meant several things (beyond merely the obvious: good luck seeing me at any meetings for the rest of the year). It essentially kicked the "last" series of events into high gear. My goal for this summer is to sell my Outback, with the hope that it will truly be "the last car" I ever own. It's not out of the question that, depending upon where we settle in Italy/Portugal that we might end up buying a Yaris of some little Euro-friendly car, but we'll include that on Janet's ledger. The last class will be here before you know it, especially since this fall semester is suddenly half over already. Of course, the other side of that is the beginning of a series of "firsts": favorite café in Catania, etc.
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