Oh. You're leaving.
That's fine. I'm fine. This is fine. I've been left before — by better people, worse people, and one entire summer's worth of basil that just gave up in July with zero explanation. I don't take it personally. Much. Okay a little. But I'll be out here either way, on my knees in the dirt, talking to plants that don't talk back, writing about it on the internet like a completely normal person. You know where to find me when you're ready. No judgment. The gate doesn't even latch properly anyway.
— Mitch
