Cecilia Reyes

My desk is clean, and I signed a lease, so I guess it's time to say this:

I'm on my way out. The bags are almost packed, the apartment's ready for me, and I've got a nice week of vacation on a beach planned somewhere to make this easier.

I won't pretend like this isn't hard. Most of you mean a great deal to me, and it'll be weird not seeing you around. But that's what we have group texts for, right?

The medlab has never been more full, so I'm sure you'll all manage just fine without me. But I'm a text away if you need me, and I've got a place in the city if you need to flop on the couch. (And I'll be at Cornell when you inevitably need medical attention from a surgeon of top caliber.)

I've got a few more hours of packing, but... tonight we celebrate? And then tomorrow, I move out.