My Shit

Transitions are always weird. There's often a lot of cleaning both physically and mentally as we move from one space, location, job, home, car, etc. to another. It doesn't seem to matter if things have been particularly good or bad, there's still a number of good memories and positive attachments that are about to change.

To me, this major type of change generates an unease. The worst part though is my lack of ability to fully describe it. It isn't the uncertainty that's getting to me, at least not this time. ... I don't think so anyway. While there is uncertainty in my next steps, there's also a lot of joy that things are finally moving forward. Maybe there's frustration that there's been so much difficulty and anguish and that the transition is so subtle and small.

Either way, I'm here now. I don't know if I'm happy, sad, or both. But I really can't wait.