I am in the new house.
Tomorrow is my official move-in date, but I spent the night and I've already put stuff on the walls, wiped out the drawers, and made a move-in plan.
I'm not very good at these transitions... Like, I love adventure, I love how my life is not static and there's really no time to get stuck in a rut, but when things are so good, it's hard to move on and have faith it can only get better.
How many times have I done this?
Months from now I'll look back and wonder why it was so hard for me to move from one house to the other, why I wanted to go home, why I found fault with so many things and even cried. Yeah, I know that's embarassing.
At least this morning I am at peace. I'm ready to move, I'm ready to start school, I'm ready for what the year has for me.
Now to meet the roommate :)
Currently listening to: Dustbowl Dance by Mumford & Sons
Au Revoir!
xoxo
Caitlin
caitlinboyd72@gmail.com
Wow, you wrote this over 2 months ago. What are your current reflections?!
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