
Last night, I began the overwhelming task of packing up all my belongings so that I can move out of my apartment on Thursday. Why is it overwhelming to me? I feel as if my whole life is in transition. Everything moving from California to Arizona. I have to go through all of my memories that are attached to my belongings. And I have to condense everything so it will all fit into my blazer. Good thing I have my blazer! Thankfully, I was able to place the majority of my clothes, picture frames, books, and a few kitchen items into tubs. I love tubs! So here is the new title for my life: transition. Which I guess is good preparation for the future.
This transition reminded me of my transition from Oregon to Arizona. In the middle of my senior year of High School, my mom decided to put our house up for sale so we could move to Arizona as soon as I graduated. My major concern was where I would live once our house sold. It was a huge deal because this was my senior year of High School! (It was a huge deal then) My sisters thought it would be funny to send me a picture of a two story house they had found in Arizona (thus, the cardboard boxes). Moral of the story: Life changes and transition is the process we have to go through to get there. I can do this!