As I was catching up on friends' blogs today, I came across a post written by my dear friend Sarah about home. I know I've blogged about this in the past, but its that time of year again, and here I am, getting ready to uproot and move to another home. Usually when mid-August rolls around, I'm filled with equal amounts of excitement and dread. I'm always excited to see friends and (ever the nerd) even excited to start new classes. But I always dread leaving home. This year, though, something is different. I'm not sure why or how, but I do know that I'm excited, no, beside myself, with the thought of packing up my car on Sunday and driving up to Massachusetts. Perhaps its the fact that I'm moving into an apartment, or maybe its the classes that I'm taking, but at a time when I'm usually heartbroken and welcoming a familiar friend called knot-in-my-stomach to spend a few days with me, I'm totally at ease and just excited to see what the next few months hold.
I think I've finally grown comfortable in this state of never really feeling at home. It seems that at some point over the past year, I've learned that it is an adventure, and that I want to be adventurous. A year ago, if I had known I was graduating early, I would have been in a frenzy of planning and panicking. But for some reason, I'm completely laid back about it all. I think I'm supposed to be freaking out a little. But right now, there seems to be this still, small voice that keeps saying, "sit back, enjoy these days, it'll all work out." And I know it will. I may not have a permanent home for a while. Heck, I might not even know where home is for a while. But that's okay. It's part of the adventure. And I'm so ready to take it on.
Starting with a little roadtrip on Sunday.