Every time I move, I lose something. This time (and last time, actually) I lost a black tank top. I'm still holding out hope that it is hiding somewhere in the boxes and suitcases already in Arizona, but I have the sinking sensation it may be gone for good. While I'm upset over its loss (it was my favorite after all), it's representative of the chaos that is moving. Couple this with the fact that it seems like all my friends are moving, starting new jobs or degrees, getting married, or having babies, and I'm swimming in change, which is, at best, unsettling.
I've moved quite a bit over the last few years--including two major moves across country--and it doesn't get easier but it is a little less overwhelming. I'm excited to start a new program and even more excited to live in a condo of my very own. I wish I could take the best of everything and put it in one place--but thems the breaks.
Lots to do before I get to Arizona! If you find my tank top, let me know! ;)
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