How are you? I hope this letter finds you well. Things here are very busy, craziness inside and outside of my head. Thoughts rushing by me like gales, moment upon moment creating memories that I will take with me.
If I have not yet told you – I am moving. To Washington, D.C. In a month. JUSTLIKETHAT it all changes. For the better. I hope. There are days that I feel I can take on the world and I relish the thought of being in a brand new city, a new world to me. Then there are those days that I fold into a ball on my bed, crying and wonder how I’m going to say goodbye to the people that I love. It’s not like it’s forever and it’s not like it’s another country, but it’s still a very strange feeling for me and I’m having a hard time with it. Because this is my comfort zone. Alabama is my security blanket. I never knew it until I decided to leave. It’s high past time I tried on a new jacket, but the old one fits so well, ya know?
Bear with me. I’m going to have good days…and bad ones. Days that I’ll gush about the exciting opportunities that await me in D.C., of all the cities that are just a few hours away – none of which I’ve been to. And days that I break down and pray for the strength to do this. Because I’m a chicken.
And I hate goodbyes.