I will admit, I am struggling with living in the present. As a planner, and a thinker, being present is not always my strong suit. With a trip of this magnitude approaching, it has really been a test. After all of the planning and anticipating, it feel so close, yet I still have 2 months until take-off. Perhaps part of the problem lies in the big and nerve-wracking steps between now and then.
One, I am leaving an amazing job, one that I love and has been a huge support over the last four years. I honestly look forward to work and I know leaving the co-workers and families behind won’t be easy. Without a job, how am I going to fill my time? Of Course there are plans with friends and family, and many happy occasions to celebrate, but the thought of all that down time scares me!
Secondly, I am moving out of Boston, away from the city that I have grown to love. The city that has helped to shape me, and nurtured my growth. Here, I have a community, from my yoga family to the random neighbors and Starbucks barista I have befriended. This place has been my home from close to 9 years, and at the end of the day, I love my home.
With all of these changes, who would blame me for wanting to speed up time. To rush past the anxiety brought on by leaving so many places and people who are dear to me. Instead, I hope to spend as much time as possible soaking in every bit of this city and experiencing each moment, so that when it is time to leave, I can take these experiences with me.
