Dear the next sixty-five days,
Today I realized that you are all that stands between me and my move to London! I am super excited, I have been planning this for so long. Still, sixty-five days, please don't feel you need to rush to get out of my way. You can take your time; I still have thousands of errands to run, arrangements to make and dollars to aquire before we part ways. Please, be languorous, full of good friends, fabulous nights and crazy stories. Hell, you can even throw in a few questionable decisions if you want. I'm going to be separated from the people I love for a very long time, so hopefully sixty-five days, you will be rich with good times, whose memories will keep me warm on chilly English nights.
I look forward to spending time with you,