I'm sitting at my dad's house in Iowa City and have just now realized how foreign and strange I feel to be sitting here all alone.
The past few weeks have been intense. All the way intense.
It started a couple months ago when I made the decision to leave my home of 5 years, Denver, to embark on an adventure of unknowns. I don't think I realized then how wild the ride would be from then to now. Let's make a list of the big things that've gone down:
1. Graduated college.
2. Quit the best job I've ever had.
3. Started researching MFA programs.
4. Attended my bff's wedding ceremony in Iowa and had the most wild three days of life.
5. Moved my stuff out of my favorite room (in Denvah) I've ever had.
6. Said goodbye to my coworkers, Kelsey, Ashley, Swathi, the Mexico 4, Spencer, the Denver music scene including three former roommates, my brothers, my sis-in-law, Kirk, Rhythm and Autumn, my favorite yoga instructor and studio, Jeremiah's parents, my doggies, Sherman (my horse), and Jeremiah. Each grouping entailed its own separate goodbye and I ugly cried at most of them. And those were just the folks I was lucky enough to see before departure!!!
7. Said farewell to my parents.
8. Waved goodbye to my country. AMERICAAAAHHHHH. (This will happen on June 15th).
I'm sure there has been a lot of other stuff. Lot's of little things. At one point, I remember lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling and feeling like a wrung-out rag, just beyond physical and emotional exhaustion.
And now, here I sit, alone in the quite of my childhood home. I have an infinite amount of things to do before I leave: find a place to stay for my first couple nights in London, pack, gather little care packages for some friends abroad, unpack my car of the last of my Denver belongings, print plane tickets.........................etc. I will get to these things eventually. For now, I'm just going to rest my bones and relish in this silence of home.
The past few weeks have been intense. All the way intense.
It started a couple months ago when I made the decision to leave my home of 5 years, Denver, to embark on an adventure of unknowns. I don't think I realized then how wild the ride would be from then to now. Let's make a list of the big things that've gone down:
1. Graduated college.
2. Quit the best job I've ever had.
3. Started researching MFA programs.
4. Attended my bff's wedding ceremony in Iowa and had the most wild three days of life.
5. Moved my stuff out of my favorite room (in Denvah) I've ever had.
6. Said goodbye to my coworkers, Kelsey, Ashley, Swathi, the Mexico 4, Spencer, the Denver music scene including three former roommates, my brothers, my sis-in-law, Kirk, Rhythm and Autumn, my favorite yoga instructor and studio, Jeremiah's parents, my doggies, Sherman (my horse), and Jeremiah. Each grouping entailed its own separate goodbye and I ugly cried at most of them. And those were just the folks I was lucky enough to see before departure!!!
7. Said farewell to my parents.
8. Waved goodbye to my country. AMERICAAAAHHHHH. (This will happen on June 15th).
I'm sure there has been a lot of other stuff. Lot's of little things. At one point, I remember lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling and feeling like a wrung-out rag, just beyond physical and emotional exhaustion.
And now, here I sit, alone in the quite of my childhood home. I have an infinite amount of things to do before I leave: find a place to stay for my first couple nights in London, pack, gather little care packages for some friends abroad, unpack my car of the last of my Denver belongings, print plane tickets.........................etc. I will get to these things eventually. For now, I'm just going to rest my bones and relish in this silence of home.
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