Saturday, July 22

Fresh Start

I'm going to be moving to pittsburgh soon. As I pack and mentally prepare to traverse the country I am awarded the opportunity to once again skim off the fat. I'm sitting here in my room throwing away trash that at some point or another I thought could perhaps become a treasure or a relic or provide me mario tunnel back to a specific memory. The items that fall in the category have been placed in the keep pile, but currently the match between keep and trash is a landslide toward the dumpster section. That said, I'm trimming the fat. I'm making myself mobile. Trying to cut out everything except for what can fit in my car along with myself and my dad-- who is kindly flying out here to drive back to kansas with me (and later reclaim his rightful ownership of more fat being shaven-- "my" car). I'm lean and happy as can be. Sure I'm sad about leaving Poly, David and Evan, and the beach-- but yet somehow I can't wait to be in pittsburgh. Is it the brain imaging job where i will slowly advance our ability to impede the threat of alzheimers.. yeah, some. Or maybe it's the thought of discovering a whole new city, and just like this year finding the little places that make me happy in a new unfamiliar town. yeah, that's good. Maybe I'm looking forward to being able to mention my research a med interviews as another fraction of a booster point to the admissions committees? kinda. But if you didn't know I was sort of a romantic, then you obviously haven't been in my head very much. What puts a glow in my heart is knowing that I'll be starting a new life-- where I can plump up and plant myself as a fat-cat pack rat right exactly where I want to be-- I'm as excited as a kid (to borrow a phrase from my dad) thinking about my life finally being intertwined with Jess'. I finally get to be where I want to be, and not have to say 'bye' with tears, but rather the nonchalance of a person knowing it's not goodbye until the next blink of an eye, but the opposite-- goodbye for a blink of an eye. That makes all the difference.

For those of you that have made it through this entire jumble of words-- let me say this-- I hate having to say goodbye. I would redesign the world so that ALL the people I care about could be with me intertwined in my life. I wish my parents and my friends and my brother would never have to meet with the pressures of a looming airline flight.

All of this 'cutting the fat' was supposed to culminate at the peak announcement that "HEY-- I cut off my old web log, and have started a fresh one... cutting the fat" But I'm glad my musings surpassed that tiny announcement to reach what I'm really thinking about. 2 things: 1) I'm so excited about moving to pittsburgh. 2) I miss regularly seeing so many people that are close to me in my mind, but that I may not have even talked to lately.

1 comment:

Jess said...

Holy cannoli! You're moving to Pittsburgh???

j/k :)

Goodbyes are hardest when you're walking away alone. This goodbye is going to be done with us walking away hand in hand...and that beats any transition I've ever been through.