Goodbyes are a funny thing.
Letting go of the familiar and embracing the new.
Knowing that this may be the last time I physically see you. The last time we share the same space.
Saying goodbye makes me want to cry. Because I see that time keeps pushing me to expand. To change. To move in a new direction. To age. To morph. And eventually, to die.
Morbid – but true. I am each moment closer to my last – which could be at any point in time. Whoa. What a realization to have. That at literally any moment I could be sharing my last experience ever.
But enough on that for now.
I am leaving New York City this week and starting a cross country road trip and new life in San Diego, California. I am chasing the sun. The palm trees. The slower pace.
I’ve downsized my life to whatever I can fit inside a midsize SUV which I have rented for 2 weeks.
As of this moment I have no job. No apartment out there. Just this car rental, some stuff, a little bit of savings and some courage sprinkled with faith and dashes of hope.
My future is looking so unknown right now.
But I am excited at the same time.
I am excited by the possibility of creating a life that I am truly passionate about.
And it starts here and now. Saying goodbye to everything.
Goodbye many possessions.
Hello possibilities. Hello new world, new me.