Transatory Transitioners
Transitions are always hard for me. Every August at the beginning the school year, my best friend and I used to call each other bawling our eyes out. Amidst the excitement of crisp papers, clicking mechanical pencils, and the smell of new sneakers, we always felt scared and overwhelmed by the prospect of new classes, new friends, new transitions.
I've never quite conquered my transition fear.
My stomach has quickly tied itself into a figure eight knot every morning for the past week as I awake to the realization that our island time is officially coming to a close.
The only solace I feel is thinking back to two years ago when Blair and I embarked on this tropical journey. I was just as nervous. Just as scared. And it turned out to be so much better than I ever imagined.
So. much. better.
So for my remaining week in paradise I'm taking mental pictures of this
Soaking up moments with people I love
And trying not to cry my eyes out.
I was going to end with something inspirational.
I can't lie.
Goodbyes are the pits.
I've never quite conquered my transition fear.
My stomach has quickly tied itself into a figure eight knot every morning for the past week as I awake to the realization that our island time is officially coming to a close.
The only solace I feel is thinking back to two years ago when Blair and I embarked on this tropical journey. I was just as nervous. Just as scared. And it turned out to be so much better than I ever imagined.
So. much. better.
So for my remaining week in paradise I'm taking mental pictures of this
Soaking up moments with people I love
And trying not to cry my eyes out.
I was going to end with something inspirational.
I can't lie.
Goodbyes are the pits.
Comments
I hope that next summit somehow includes you two moving to the DC area. Staying in touch through the blogosphere is inadequate. Good luck wrapping up this remarkable chapter in your lives. You certainly seem to have made the most of it.
-Andreusus Marshilinius (my philosopher alias)
not only would we cry our eyes out every august, i remember sitting outside, on the phone with you, crying about moving to grenada & pittsburgh.
and now look at us. all of the transitions in our lives have been such blessings. so why do we get so scared? i'll never know.
here's to your next adventure. it really will be so. much. better than you can imagine right now.
please call me so that i can cry with you again. those are some of my fondest memories.
i love you, dear friend.