Yesterday I packed up the last of my things, took one walk through the apartment, and then closed the door on that chapter of my life. I felt an immense sense of peace about it all. The extended transition period of moving and the gradual disappearance of my creature comforts helped me to slowly say goodbye. Instead of the melancholia I usually feel when leaving a nest, I felt a sense of bright optimism and enthusiasm about my next steps! It was a good nest, that apartment, a safe harbor during hard times. So many memories made in the three and a half years I lived there: some good, some bad, some happy, some sad.
I was glad that I was able to do my last bit of cleaning and packing and moving on my own. It was nice to have a bit of solitude to say the final goodbye. I was able to hop into the car after I locked the door for the last time, have a brief moment of silence to process, and then cheerfully get on the road. As always, my heart-sister was in constant contact by text message to help me process and encourage me in so many happy, excited feelings. As we talked on the phone while I was driving out of town (I like to always call her when I’m leaving town, it’s a happy habit) she said so many wonderful things. How lucky I am to have found a heart-sister who is so endlessly supportive and giving, who cares for me like family. I truly believe it’s a once-in-a-lifetime blessing. Thank you, heart-sister, for every moment of support and encouragement and camaraderie.