So. Two weeks.
Swallow and repeat.
Two.
Weeks.

Two weeks until me, myself and I mosey on out of this town. And this isn’t like moving locations within the same city. Or even two-four hours away from friends and family. Which, by the way, shouldn’t be scuffed at as not being a momentous and crazy occasion. Because that can be quite the heart in throat overwhelming experience as well. But this.. This is a bona fide uprooting of life and changing continents. This is a $750 starting price plane ticket, 6 hour flight, a couple of time zones away from home move. Makes my heart tremor ever so slightly.

But I’ve done this before. I, for the most part, know what I’m doing. But you tend to forget things. As the days leading up to the main event are getting fewer, you start remembering how disappointing some aspects are. You remember the friends you thought would be there and aren’t. You remember the out with a fizzle at work (a decade doesn’t mean much to anyone but yourself, remember that folks). But then you also remember the surprising things. Notes and gestures from the unexpected. People will always surprise you, good and bad. And it’s the good that you have to cling to, in order to get through this. Through anything.

I am trying to take as many snapshots as possible with my memory. Trying to remember people as they are now. Which is mainly good. Because I know, that no matter what, it will never be the same. Not like this. And I guess that can be said for everything. Today will never happen again in history. Ever. But it’s different when you move away and come back. You aren’t slowly watching it change; the scenes and people around you tend to change at the same pace as you are when you’re in it, which usually makes it feel like not much has changed. But as an outsider, coming back in to this, you feel so different than everyone else. Almost like they are standing still while you’re leaping and bounding into the unknown. It is a very bizarre feeling. Like you’re back in high school and no one understands you. Not even yourself some days. To be almost 30 and feeling that way… not always the best of feelings.

Oh, but the adventure that awaits! I almost get high just thinking about it.