Well, aren't I just profound with that title? Truthfully, I have never felt the intense changes of one year to another as I am feeling them this year. Less than a week ago I was offered a new position with my part-time job (i.e. becoming full-time there) and I accepted. Less than a week ago I put in my resignation at my current position, to end the beginning of January. Less than 24 hours ago I was searching for a new home in my soon-to-be new city, trying to sort out what I can afford, what I can't and guessing at what my monthly income will be with the new position. And in less than 2 weeks, I will be at the new position, beginning my new life.
I came home here in the Cities last night to sleep a bit before beginning the intense process of packing, moving and transforming my life. I really feel like I'm entering the Federal Witness Protection Program or something. I'm going to have to change my address, my phone number, my email, packing up everything I own and moving to a place where I have friends but they are fewer in number. Truly this city has become home for me over the past 6 years. I have family here - not blood relatives, but the other kind of family: the family you know you can call on to go grab a beer, or just shoot the shit with without feeling like you may be judged for your actions. A family where you were chosen to be loved by them...not because they have to.
It's kind of intense right now. I find myself in a stage of bipolar behavior. I go from ecstatic moments of "yay I have a new job which I have wanted for 10 years and I can't wait to start! YAY!" to "holy shit, I'm leaving my friends and a place I truly love and am going to miss more than I thought." I go from bawling to rejoicing. From tearing up at the thought of leaving to tearing through papers and throwing crap I've collected while I pack.
What a freakin' roller coaster. The next couple weeks are going to be intense. I know I can make it through, but holy crap, this is going to be exciting and rough.