It's 4 in the morning here, on the day that I fly out of Alaska. I've been feeling very calm the last few days, extremely calm and I've watched myself dance in and out of questioning this, as I enjoy it. Waking early to finish preparations, I've been spending time with Zip, Henry and Angel, and I realized that I'll be away from home for four months, including time with family in the New Year. Four months... A quarter of a year... 120 days... 3,050+ hours... That's a really long time. Now I feel a tightness in my chest and a burning in my throat as I fight back tears and fears.