The packers picked up everything this morning. It was strange watching my home be deconstructed. As the contents emptied into the truck waiting outside, the echoing of the walls be more and more apparent.
While there is a certain sadness that comes, at the moment I just feel anxious. But anxiety is a two edged sword [it is?]. On one side is the excitement for the new adventure that is about to begin. The other side is the fear of truly venturing out away from my comfort zone.
[ed. for those that have heard this analogy, you can skip it]
It's much like the experience I had sky-diving. As I moved toward the door (getting ready to jump out), I said to myself "Oh Shit -- why the hell am I leaving a perfectly good, working plane." However, as soon as you jump out, the fear goes away and the excitement is the only thing you think about. On my last evening as a Utahn, I find myself also saying "Oh Shit", but I know that as soon as the jump is made, fear will turn into excitement.
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