||[Jan. 29th, 2007|01:12 am]
So this moving thing is way harder than I had imagined or even begun to realize. I'm down to days now, almost hours. For all intents and purposes, I'm moving Tuesday. We'll be back again for a night or two next weekend to finish repainting my old room, get whatever last little bit of stuff doesn't fit in the big load Tuesday, and say my goodbyes.. but Tuesday. Tuesday I make the last dive by myself, and I'll be taking pets and my computer. That stuff makes it official in my book.
I have so many mixed feelings. I'm beyond excited, and I know that it's what I want. But I'm also leaving the place that I've more or less lived my whole life. While I know I'll be back from time to time, and I know some people will come visit me there, I'm still saying goodbye to some people that are very important to me. [Side note: send an email to sarah.e.holm[at]gmail.com for new addy/land line if you want them.] I'm scared too. The idea of being on my own [well, not on my own exactly, but moving away from home] is a little daunting and overwhelming. And I know it's going to be rough for a while. Financially especially, emotionally some too, I'd imagine. Lots of adjustments and settling in and what not.
It's strange though, because I really do think it's eventually all going to work out. Scared and worried and even sad as I am, I feel like it's going to be okay. Just gonna take some time, and definitely some hard work. But it is so very worth it.
I'm so ready to fly. Wings itching to be spread, I can feel the wind calling. Less than two days.