This year, aka, last weekend, I moved again. This time, on the same coast and same time zone, and again because of school (go life-long learning!).
All this week, things have felt a little different. I definitely cried knowing I was alone (missing my family, that whole bit), but perhaps because I had already made that huge change before, this didn't feel as huge. It also helps that my family is a drive/short plan ride away, and I'm going to be living with my part of my support system, my boyfriend. Maybe Rhode Island is a positive fit, too, who knows. I'm starting a program with 31 other people who are just as scared, nervous, and overwhelmed as I am (some maybe more so), and this also has been a huge comfort. (Comfort in the unknown, with the unknown, eh? And it seems like a bunch of us are inherently awkward, which I think is glorious.)
I matured through that huge move two years ago and I hope to mature through this one, too. There are a lot of changes going on nowadays, with a lot of unknowns, and it's all a matter of managing things, and mostly managing the little freak outs.
Life's a pinball machine - you just gotta put your best walls up when it counts.
Ha, I went for it, not sure if that worked, though...
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