In exactly one week, the truck will be packed and I’ll be bound for Denver.
It’s a weird feeling, knowing that you’re only a week away from your life changing forever. On the one hand, I’m excited — I’m about to have a fresh start, a perfect clean slate. How many times do you really get to do that in life? But I’m also starting to feel nostalgic and a little sad.
I’ll miss the lush greenery of the east and the warm evenings outside. Crab feasts at the beach. Everything I knew growing up. I’ll especially miss my parent’s house, knowing that within a year, it will belong to someone else. For the first time, I’m permanently moving away from where I grew up.
I’m not usually one to be nostalgic for a house (having moved so many times already), but I’ve spent almost 20 years coming back to parent’s place in Maryland. I can find every lightswitch in the dark. I know which floorboards squeak. I love the feeling of walking up the steps, through the front door, and knowing, “I’m home.” It’s hard to know that there will come a day when that won’t happen anymore, at least not the way I know it now.
Still, I’m excited!
Every day, I’m talking to someone about my plans for Colorado. I’m setting up visits, promising dinners and offering friends a place to stay while they’re in town. I’m looking at maps, reading travel books, and scouring blogs for the perfect to-do list for my upcoming summer. All I see before me is opportunity and possibility. I’m not scared to start over — I’m ecstatic! Finally, a place I feel like I’ll belong — the opportunity to create the life I’ve been dreaming of.
And what’s more, I’m eager.
I’m eager to be on the road. I’m sick of waiting — I want to be there now! I want to get started! I’m tired of planning and dreaming, I’m ready to do something.
I’ve been looking at volunteering opportunities and scouring dog shelters. I’ve been packing and repacking boxes to make sure I’ll have everything I need while I’m there. I’m reaching out to friends and family, and so far, my social calendar is booked solid through July. Everything is on the cusp of happening, but still I have a week left to wait.
I know I need to enjoy every second of being here, of this last week on the east coast…but it’s hard when I see the whole world before me. I never want to wish away time because you can’t get it back, but only a week stands between me and the rest of my life, and it’s damn hard to be patient for that!