Like a criminal I suppose I just can’t stay in one place for too long. I’ve been home for barely a week and here I am preparing to leave yet again. At least this time I will be staying in the country.
Over the past few days I have been simultaneously enjoying Kansas City and the pieces of the city I missed in July and will miss over the next few months (mostly food related–and people I suppose) and packing up my room to head out. Tomorrow my family and I head east to Charleston. By the end of the weekend I hope to be settled in my apartment with a brand new roommate.
I feel like I should be more stressed or panicked or freaked out. For reasons that aren’t totally defined I feel oddly calm about my relocation. Part of me is so ready for this change and exciting development that the fear component is all but hidden by my eagerness. I am just so excited. Another part feels like I’ve done this before; I have packed up a certain amount of my room and my life and shipped it off to a completely different area (does anyone remember Switzerland?). Because of that, maybe I don’t feel as scared or nervous as I would had this been the first time I’ve done this? I think most of all I am just ready to do this. I am ready for the challenge and “newness” of Charleston and graduate school and, dare I say, adulthood.
Today I have quite a bit of packing and organizing to do. Surely tomorrow I will remember something fiercely important that I didn’t do to prepare and will be scrambling around like a maniac. But until Operation Panic I think I will enjoy the last full day here in Kansas City before embarking on the 19 hour road trip.
A Broad At Home 