adventure awaits

April is here and I am stunned. March passed without my knowing and somehow I’ve come upon the the very thing I’ve been waiting for. It’s exciting and terrifying, relieving and exhausting. It’s all of it at once and it just keeps coming. 

I choose this. It was always going to happen. Whether it was five years from now or five years past, it was always going to happen. 


A new adventure awaits, it’s all I could have hoped for, all I’ve feared. 


I’ve little to say and much to do. Boxes abound on both sides, and truly I can’t wait to be in the second half. The first half is toughest because the goodbye part is harder than the hello. It’s an old ache reopened, maybe it will be a little healed at the end. 


Before I know it this moment too will be no more than a fuzzy or perhaps crystal clear memory, left to the ravages of time. Even as I live it I don’t not know if it shall be a yellow moment or blue. Perhaps a bit of both. 


Its going to happen. Its a relief, a steeling, a conviction, a steady reminder that this too shall pass for better or worse, and I am so full of something to believe that it will be better. 


Three plane rides and the newness begins, a newness the perhaps smells the familiar. 


For now I’ll stick to my boxes, tubs, and packing paper, it’s all I’ve really got time for. But be sure I’ll remains ever faithful in this endeavour. The times may change and so to may my thoughts but we continue and continue and continue. 

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