We're off! As we pulled away from our house - our first house that we built - I sobbed uncontrollably. I knew I was sad, but I failed to realize the depths until I couldn't stop crying. Yes, new adventure awaits. But, I liked our old life and home. And I'm not much of an adventurer anyways.
I called my mom from the I-95 on ramp. She reminded me of the farewell I gave our bathroom sinks when I was 2 or 3 and my parents remodeled the house. She didn't bring up (this time) how angry I got with her for not letting me say goodbye to the carpet. I guess I've always been overly sentimental and had trouble with change. Or maybe I just get overly attached to fixtures and finishes.
Truth is, I am excited. Not to sound too California, but I'm hoping to find myself out there. In many ways, I've felt lost recently. My last job was comfortable but unfulfilling and somewhat dead end. This move provided the necessary kick in the ass to finally leave it. I can finally pursue my passions - as soon as I figure out what those are exactly.
In the meantime, we're on an epic road trip with a car that is packed to the gills.
We'll see the country. We'll visit friends and family. And we'll both be unemployed for the first time ever.
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