I've hardly been back in California for twenty-four hours now, and already the past three weeks seem like a dream, an ethereal fairytale of hopes and fun and friends and people and places and uncertainties and epiphanies and aching feet and beautiful stormclouds. Did I really sign a lease all the way on the other side of the country?
My dishwasher is still full of clean dishes from three weeks ago. My Disney day-to-day calendar still reads 'MONDAY 3 JULY.' If I hadn't made this journal, I'd swear that this was all just a half-awake fantasy brought on by something I'd eaten the night before.
But as I sit here and try to sum up how I feel at this moment, it's clear to me that I've taken my first steps off the road I've been walking for most of my life to this point... and, to my surprise, I find myself on at the start of a new path, which stretches before me into the distance in a new direction.
It feels like the next month or two is laid out fairly clearly ahead of me, with all the things I must do to reach my move-in date: find movers, change addresses, cancel services here, call around to get things set up out there. Beyond that... who knows? I can't see very far along this future yet, and that terrifies and excites me. Will I immediately start planning to build a house, or will I be comfortable settling into my new apartment in Celebration for a while? Will I make a lot of new friends among my neighbors? Will I be able to survive without DSL? Will my life out there be much different from my life as I've known it?
You'll find out as soon as I do!
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