Twas the night before... I start my job.
Twas the night after... I moved into my apartment.
While tomorrow remains an unknown, I can recount a few details from the moving in part. Mom and Dad drove me up to Somerville and helped me move in, which went successfully despite a lot of sweating and a bit of an unsatisfactory lunch. I'd been looking forward to that day for quite a while, the day when I finally moved out and claimed my independence, and although none of that excitement diminished, it did collide with the nostalgia I felt at the same time. As I walked my parents out to their car and said goodbye, suddenly my whole life up to that point was replaying itself in my mind, highlighting all the things my parents have done for me throughout the years. No matter how good one is with words, there are none to express the gratitude and love that washes over you in these moments.
My first full day in Somerville was spent exploring- I took quite a few walks, one run, and finally learned which key goes to which door and which way to turn them. Overall it was a relaxing day but one filled with a quiet, murmuring excitement the whole time, because I know this is it. This is the beginning of a stage of my life, and like all new beginnings it's easy to be optimistic because I'm wishing for the best. It's like New Year's and I have my list of resolutions. One being to be more assertive and decisive, to not always question the decisions I make, but to maintain openness and humility. And of course the biggest one, as always, is to keep learning and challenging myself. There are going to be rough moments (and yes, I imagine some of them will be even worse than my nail polish not cooperating tonight), but there's always going to be the choice of how to look at things, how to respond, how to learn. Perspective.
There's always going to be a night before, and a night after.
Twas the night after... I moved into my apartment.
While tomorrow remains an unknown, I can recount a few details from the moving in part. Mom and Dad drove me up to Somerville and helped me move in, which went successfully despite a lot of sweating and a bit of an unsatisfactory lunch. I'd been looking forward to that day for quite a while, the day when I finally moved out and claimed my independence, and although none of that excitement diminished, it did collide with the nostalgia I felt at the same time. As I walked my parents out to their car and said goodbye, suddenly my whole life up to that point was replaying itself in my mind, highlighting all the things my parents have done for me throughout the years. No matter how good one is with words, there are none to express the gratitude and love that washes over you in these moments.
My first full day in Somerville was spent exploring- I took quite a few walks, one run, and finally learned which key goes to which door and which way to turn them. Overall it was a relaxing day but one filled with a quiet, murmuring excitement the whole time, because I know this is it. This is the beginning of a stage of my life, and like all new beginnings it's easy to be optimistic because I'm wishing for the best. It's like New Year's and I have my list of resolutions. One being to be more assertive and decisive, to not always question the decisions I make, but to maintain openness and humility. And of course the biggest one, as always, is to keep learning and challenging myself. There are going to be rough moments (and yes, I imagine some of them will be even worse than my nail polish not cooperating tonight), but there's always going to be the choice of how to look at things, how to respond, how to learn. Perspective.
There's always going to be a night before, and a night after.