moving

I cannot fix the fear and anxiety and overwhelming sadness about this upcoming move. The frightening truth is this: the only way out of it is through.

Moving can be a traumatic experience. We often forget how many remnants of the past we hold onto—whether intentionally or accidentally, just because we put a letter away in a drawer and forgot about it.

In the past 13 years, I have moved 11 times.

I’m uprooting my life to try something new and different in another city in another state. In the time leading up to the actual move, I’ve found that a bunch of weird fucking shit (for lack of a better term) has showed up out of nowhere.

You hear the phrase "change is hard." And it is. As humans, we are creatures of habit. We like what we know. I mean, I've been wearing the same pair of sole-less sandals for years, and we might have a presidential election with the names Bush and Clinton on the ballot. But come on, who can blame us. The same? The same is easy.