I’m sitting in my new living room right now… I’m pretty much unpacked and moved in and it feels good.
A new season is starting.
It’s like that moment when you can smell autumn on the cool breeze that gives you a glimmer of hope that the heat of summer will soon fade. The moment you see the tips of the leaves turn red and the excitement rises inside of you in anticipation of leaf piles and camp fires.* The transition between seasons is never an easy one… Your anticipation for the coming changes can’t quite outweigh your desire for summer’s pleasures to continue, leaving you in this limbo until you can linger no more.
This is how I’m currently feeling. The next few days are my limbo. Graduation was today, symbolizing the end of a year and the beginning of another - the beginning of my final year. I’m so excited for the upcoming season, but I’m not ready to let go of this one - this season of blessings, relationships, oozing, and growth. A lot has happened in a year, and although I’m excited for the next one, I’m so nervous. I’m saying a lot more than I intended, but then again, I always do. Just sharing my current state of mind.
*assuming you are allowed to participate in things like that… I wasn’t because I suffered from chronic pneumonia as a child and even the slightest irritation could leave me ill for weeks.