There's a moment right before a big move where you're bombarded with a thousand different emotions. It's so overwhelming to the system that you're unsure how exactly you are feeling. Is it nervousness? Excitement? Anticipation? I'd wager it's all of the above, plus a few extras for good measure.
It's my last night 'at home' before the next adventure of my life. This time I'm going further than I have before (discounting a long-ago summer internship across the pond) and the first time I'll be making the initial move without the family moving crew in tow.
Blanche, my trusty steed, is packed to the gills with 'essentials,' like an air mattress, work clothes and a few containers full of things I consider necessary that received an eye roll from my father.
It seems surreal that this is all happening so soon. That's what I keep thinking as I look around my former childhood bedroom, now devoid of my stuff and back to the elegant decor it adopted when I left for college.
Packing and preparing has been a whirlwind; some days it felt like tomorrow would never get here, and yet here we are - hours away from the big day.
Though I've been in the real world for years, this impending move makes me feel more adult than ever before. And I couldn't be more ready to see what this next chapter of my life has in store.