Today, I am packing. I hate packing, but I'm good at it. Really good. You see, I have this "thing;" a gypsy soul, I suppose, that has always kept me from staying still for very long. This "thing" is the reason I have had 8 address in the last 8 years. It's the reason I have a nursing license, a degree in psychology, and more random life skills than I'm sure will ever be necessary, and it's the reason I have never stuck around in any romantic relationship for longer than...well, very long.
So I'm at it again. But this time is different. This time, I'm not sure where I'm going next. I have an idea (let's just say my passport is ready), but nothing is for sure. This time, my belongings will be shoved into a storage unit, sold at yard sales, and donated to thrift stores. This time, I'm more excited and more terrified than I’ve ever been. I think that as I get older, I am beginning to realize the weight of my every decision {I'm a long ways from the 18-year-old girl who jumped in a slug bug and moved to Portland}. What I do (or don't do) today, effects who I will be tomorrow. Tomorrow, I want to be somebody better. No pressure.
This time next year, on August 27th, 2012, I wonder where I will be, what decisions I will be making, who I will know, and who I will have lost contact with. It's so crazy awesome and equally insane to have no idea! I know that's simply the reality of life, but as I sit here on my living room floor, surrounded by boxes, I feel like that reality is right in my face. I can feel it breathing. I'm incredibly aware of life's uncertainties and unexpected surprises this afternoon.
So, I'll see ya later, favorite lamp. I love you, beautiful book collection. Until we meet again.
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