Transitions

I am in the midst of packing my life into boxes.  I’m certainly not taking everything with me this time (someday when I am more permanent, I will bring the rest), but it is amazing how much it amounts to.  And much of it is books and clothing.  There is a fair amount of kitchen type things, and I haven’t even begun on bathroom stuff yet.  Not to mention all of my computer/desk/extra crap I’ve accumulated and feel the need to bring with me.

I’m not good with transitions.  When I interview and they ask me if I am flexible, I frequently give the right answer, but not the true answer.  I am not flexible.  I need time to process, time to consider, time to accept change before I can fully enter into it.  Two and a half weeks has not been enough.  And even though I can see the piles of boxes growing ever larger, I am still in disbelief that I will actually move in two days.

I’ve never truly left home before.  When I did my undergrad, I came back every Christmas break and nearly every summer.  And I knew I was coming home when I finished.  This time, I don’t intend to come back except to visit.  It’s strange to say goodbye to an area I grew up in, to people I’ve known forever. 

Wednesday will come too soon.