I’m moving back to Madison tomorrow and I am nervous on at least seventeen different levels. I’m nervous on the obvious level of Oh my god so much packing and Oh my god so early at the airport and Oh my god so many forms of transportation but then I’m also nervous on the level of Oh my god what if I can’t find a job and Oh my god what if I can’t find an apartment and Oh my god what if this is all a huge mistake. And don’t even get me started on the snow.
Anyway, I’m leaving tomorrow.
And today, instead of packing like I should be, I went through the “moving across the country” label of my blog and read all of the posts in chronological order and holy lord have I grown up a lot in the past few years. Still, after all of that, the words I wrote at 22-years-old– two days before I moved to Madison the first time– still resonate with me today:
Soon I will pack my bags and move very far away and my life will change so much again. And again. And again. Sometimes it feels like just as I’m beginning to know my own reflection, I become someone new again. Or maybe I’m always the same and it’s only the mirror that changes.