Transition involves all sorts of weird emotions. On the one hand, it’s very exciting and I find myself jumping up and down, clapping my hands, and making random squeaky noises. We’re embarking on a new adventure, I get an art room, and it’s fun to move into a new place.
Then just moments after feeling great jubilee, I’m hit with nostalgia – all the memories we’ve had at our current place, the little quirks about our apartment and our neighbors that I’ve come to enjoy. And then there’s the going-through-the-stuff process, where I find all sorts of reminders of where I’ve been and have a variety of reactions to them. I found a card from my grandparents from my college graduation (with an invitation to go see The Lion King on broadway with them) and started crying because I miss my grandma. It brought back a whole flood of memories and then I couldn’t recycle any of the cards she wrote me.
Each day this week is an adventure, a weird roller coaster where I really don’t know what’s coming next. But this morning, I’m thankful to wake up next to my best friend and face the day together.