What better time to begin? As I pack up all of my things at home and prepare to start a new life in New York, I find myself thinking about how different everything will be in a week. It's all very exciting, but I'm feeling sad about leaving home -- this lovely place which is comfortable, safe, and familiar. And in exchange, I will get a ridiculously overpriced apartment in a strange, new city. As tempted as I've been to pack as little as possible, I know that I need to bring the things that have made me into the person I am today, so that I'll have glimpses of familiar in a wholly unfamiliar environment. The wine bottle with the cork that fell inside the bottle, as I attempted to use a homemade corkscrew; the framed photo of five-year-old L as Elvis; a gazillion bottles of fragrance. I'm still pondering my Alice in Wonderland lamp.
Despite my mounting anxiety and sadness, I try to keep in mind the essential point: how many people actually have the opportunity to move to the wonderful city that is New York, NY? I've always wanted to move there, and now I have the chance. And more importantly, I don't have to go it alone - my lovely bf, L, will be joining me as my partner in crime. It really will be the opportunity of a lifetime, and I'm thankful for that.
So what happens between now and then? Some quality time with Mom and Dad, last minute packing, and my brother's wedding. Phew, it's going to be a busy week.