A BAD Goodbye Poem

Car packed, goodbyes said,
all that's left is work and bed.
Now I wait
for morning to come.
I've cleaned the house,
Now I twiddle my thumbs.
But, lucky you,
until that time
I get to make up
painful rhymes.

Getting Ready

In addition to the usual preparations for leaving on a long adventure, like packing, buying essentials and getting my car serviced for the 15-hour drive, I have been making some unconventional preparations, too. Today I walked for 45 minutes to pick up my husband's car, partially because I couldn't get up to take him in this morning, partially because I know I will be walking a lot when I get to Boston and wanted to practice. I am now sitting in a coffee shop that I haven't been to before, picked, partially, because I will be constantly finding new places to explore out there. More than anything, I am readying my mind. Unforeseen circumstances have made this trip an opportunity to completely shed my skin and jump into the unknown completely alone, and while it's been hard to cope with the shock of having everything change, I know it's my time. Sometimes you need a good hard shove out of the plane without your parachute.

Cruising Altitude

This flight has reached cruising altitude. I am now free to move about life.

To Prepare

This is me unplugged.

This is me in the real world, jumping without a parachute, without a net.

This is me, who has never lived in a city over 100,000 people, who has only taken public transport there once, who has only gone to a bar alone a handful of times, moving to Boston alone.

I leave in two weeks. You will find it all here.