O.K, the move is a week and a half away, and I'm so excited I can barely stand it! One of the towns we are considering is named Florence. Isn't that exotic and bohemian sounding?
Saying a few goodbyes before we leave, and a bit more packing. I've been lazy about the packing lately because it's tiring to see people. And everyone has a list of questions. I don't like being forcibly made to share personal tidbits. It's not pretty. Or rather, it IS at times, but still tiring. People are tiring.
One of the questions I've been asked over and over is "do you have roots there"? Um....no, actually NOT. That's the whole point, you see? But people think this is the act of a "naive young person". Um...actually, I've done this my whole life, and it can be done, multiple times, in fact, and be just fine.
I'm just fine. I'm thinking of the new beginning, and I feel inspired to work harder, have more courage, and rise to my full potential. If that seems naive, then I guess I'll take my chances.
I wonder if people knew that it's been over a year now since I've had a drink, would they see a little more in me. I am definitely not naive. I've looked into the darkest parts of some things, to the point of needing medication at times. My brain is so over-reactive, I can guarantee just about every possible disaster has occured to me at some point or another. So, no worries there, folks. I'm diving in anyway. I release the past and all my hang-up's about it. I leave this place in peace now.
That's the long and short of it anyway. I certainly go back and forth to different extremes. That's the stress of the situation. Excitement is akin to anxiety for me, and I come down as fast as I go up. But that's just life. I'll go down fighting, that's all I know. It's the one truth I know.
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