First last-drinks

I had leaving-dinner and drinks with friends today, the first one. It feels weird, not sad at all, to say goodbye, because I really don't feel like I'm going anywhere. I mean, I know I am, but I don't feel it yet. I don't think I will feel it until the apartment is empty next Monday, and we are looking at our packed suitcases. There's quite a few goodbye's to fake through before then...