Moving Forward

I don't really know what to think right now.  I've got less than two weeks before I leave and I'm ready, but I'm not ready.

I still haven't packed up my room.  I don't really know where to start.  I know, the best place to start is probably in my room, but I don't know where to go after that.  Where do I start?  Or more importantly, where do I end?  Because the last things I pack into boxes here in this bedroom that I've lived in for the last four years, in this house that I've lived in for the past twenty years, will basically be the last things I'll see of the way my life was up until the point that I walk out the door on June 14th.

I'm not scared, or worried, about going to the Netherlands, and living there on my own for a while.  Truthfully, I'm very excited.  The part that gets to me is knowing that I'm leaving my old self, and my old life behind. I can't go back now. I'm not saying that I'm going to want to go back.  Just knowing that I can't is a more difficult concept than I think a lot of people want to accept.  Honestly, I don't see many people who do a whole lot to dramatically change their lives.  I can understand it.  It's not easy to accept that there is really no turning point.  Your experiences make you who you are. You can't take back the experiences that changed your life. All you can do is move forward.

As soon as I can make it through the packing of this dang room, I'll be ready. I'll be ready to move forward and let my life change.  As I said, I'm very excited, and I can't wait.

Priorities.  Before you can change your life, you must pack your bedroom.