"We were gonna be best friends forever - we always said that. She cried the whole day saying, 'oh,
it's the end of an era!' I remember she left early.." - Mrs. Hudson
I feel like I keep thinking the word "era" a lot right now. I feel like I'm at the end of an era in my life right now.
As we pack to move to our new house, the truth is attempting to sink in. I say attempt since I'm having a hard time grasping any sort of reality right now. I've never packed up and moved any further than bedrooms across the hall, but now I'm suppose to somehow pack up my life and move. Twice. In seven weeks. A mere eighteen hours away. lovely.
My parents are moving all the way to Colorado to work for New Horizons Ministries for two years, and I am going with them. Going, yes. Coming back? We shall see. Being the seventeen-going-on-eighteen girl that I am, I have no clue what I'm going to be doing in a year, let alone two years. There's a fairly good chance I'll be off someplace different. If dreams come true. So I've kinda been viewing this whole move as the end of the first stage of my life.
It's a somewhat pessimistic outlook, I concur. I've seen others move away from their closest friends and the place they call home and I've seen their relationships with their treasured friends wither with the distance. Honestly, that there is the thing that scares me more than all else. Yeah, we'll do our best to keep the relationships alive and well, and maybe we can make it out as close as before, but what if? I have four people in my whole life who I can be completely real with. The four who know me better than anyone else and know me inside-and-out. Only one is moving with me. How am I suppose to be totally fine with this?
This past year has probably been the best in my life. Not by an outstanding margin, but up there. One of the main reasons for its popularity is that I've started to develop more than mere acquaintance relationships with people I've known most of my life. I've started to actually become comfortable with who I am in a place I'm actually starting to like. Now I'm being pulled out by the roots to a new place, new *potential* friends, new job, and a new house. That's a lot for someone who doesn't like change.
Now would be the time when I would say I'm still excited about Colorado, but honestly, the enthusiasm comes and goes, As does the melancholy. There is, however, one big perk of moving westward! I'll finally get to live near a certain brother+wife! Also, Colorado is a beautiful place. I think I already figured out where I want to go when I need quiet time, though ten minutes is a bit of a drive just to get space. Maybe.
I'm working on accepting life as it is. I crave stability and assurance. I'm trying to be content. I inhale. Exhale. I'm praying for trust. I'm learning acceptance. I'll be fine.
it's the end of an era!' I remember she left early.." - Mrs. Hudson
I feel like I keep thinking the word "era" a lot right now. I feel like I'm at the end of an era in my life right now.
As we pack to move to our new house, the truth is attempting to sink in. I say attempt since I'm having a hard time grasping any sort of reality right now. I've never packed up and moved any further than bedrooms across the hall, but now I'm suppose to somehow pack up my life and move. Twice. In seven weeks. A mere eighteen hours away. lovely.
My parents are moving all the way to Colorado to work for New Horizons Ministries for two years, and I am going with them. Going, yes. Coming back? We shall see. Being the seventeen-going-on-eighteen girl that I am, I have no clue what I'm going to be doing in a year, let alone two years. There's a fairly good chance I'll be off someplace different. If dreams come true. So I've kinda been viewing this whole move as the end of the first stage of my life.
It's a somewhat pessimistic outlook, I concur. I've seen others move away from their closest friends and the place they call home and I've seen their relationships with their treasured friends wither with the distance. Honestly, that there is the thing that scares me more than all else. Yeah, we'll do our best to keep the relationships alive and well, and maybe we can make it out as close as before, but what if? I have four people in my whole life who I can be completely real with. The four who know me better than anyone else and know me inside-and-out. Only one is moving with me. How am I suppose to be totally fine with this?
This past year has probably been the best in my life. Not by an outstanding margin, but up there. One of the main reasons for its popularity is that I've started to develop more than mere acquaintance relationships with people I've known most of my life. I've started to actually become comfortable with who I am in a place I'm actually starting to like. Now I'm being pulled out by the roots to a new place, new *potential* friends, new job, and a new house. That's a lot for someone who doesn't like change.
Now would be the time when I would say I'm still excited about Colorado, but honestly, the enthusiasm comes and goes, As does the melancholy. There is, however, one big perk of moving westward! I'll finally get to live near a certain brother+wife! Also, Colorado is a beautiful place. I think I already figured out where I want to go when I need quiet time, though ten minutes is a bit of a drive just to get space. Maybe.
I'm working on accepting life as it is. I crave stability and assurance. I'm trying to be content. I inhale. Exhale. I'm praying for trust. I'm learning acceptance. I'll be fine.
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