DC staff got tired of me pissing around and they just changed my ticket without my final consent. And they didn't charge me a change fee and it'll all work out ok.
But now I'm leaving tomorrow. And the decision was out of my hands, so when Misrata Man was like "But, why are you leaving? I thought we were going to spend all this time together and - " I cut him off. "It wasn't me. It was them." And it's true.
I had a really really great time tonight with a colleague and his wife and family. People so nice. "You know, you have so many homes here. Finding a place to sleep will never be your problem," he said because I realized I had broken curfew.
Misrata Man will try to get out of a meeting tomorrow (actually a big event at the prison where he was almost executed, where he's been asked to speak) to see me off. "I will miss you so much," he said, and he concretely started talking dates of when he will come to visit. Probably August, to combine with a trip to San Francisco he has planned. "I will not say goodbye to you. I refuse. We will meet again soon."
It's not just him - all these people, our hearts connected.
But it's time to go.