Look here, my dear. . .

Listening to Steve Moakler as I unload the contents of my closet onto my quickly disappearing floor. I have several half-written blogs but few coherent words at the moment.

The time that has dragged for so many years is suddenly whipping me forward in a whirlwind, faster than ever before. My life is about to change. And I can't wait.

But right now I don't feel much of anything. The excitement will come, and with it, some lingering sadness. I know this much. But in this moment, all I can do is keep my mind present in each passing hour. Because my hours of safety and familiarity and comfort are slipping through my fingers. And sometimes, no matter how much you long for adventure, nothing is quite the same as your own warm bed and your mother's home cooking.

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