It's 12:42AM. I'm alone in my bedroom. My furniture has fled to a climate-controlled warehouse, and my man boarded a plane to the other side approximately 11 hours ago. My bed is two comforters laid on the floor to add to the cushioning of the lime-green shag carpet. Really, it's only a layer of protection between me and the mold-ridden floor. I'm leaving my home of 7 years tomorrow morning, and I am sad. But, not only sad, I'm in disbelief. Seriously, this chapter is over? And, what does that even mean?
Tomorrow, I'm headed to Jesup, Georgia for a 10 day Vipassana meditation course. An appropriate beginning to my second tour in Peace Corps. I'm anxious but not scared. I'm awake but not fully comprehending. Life is moving and I am moving with it.
Law #5 - A beginning is an end but it is still a beginning.