in the next 24 hours, i will uproot myself from the quiet hum of arlington and trade it in for the loud roar of the district. yup. its moving time.

over the last two years, a lot has happened in my life. its crazy. and just like what happens as time elapses, older object slowly sink to the bottom and are covered by more recent articles of clothing/papers/hats/shoes/etc. as a result, as i begin to pack up my life and transport to my new residence, it becomes a historical excavation of sorts. im finding things that i havent seen in 18 months (i know some of you just cringed)and each has a story associated with it. thats when the nostalgia sets in. its funny what memories you attach to a piece of paper that has been hiding under your bed or a tshirt wadded up at the bottom of you closet.

but you can only stop and examine each belonging for so long. at some point, usually around the time when you realize you have 3 hours to vacate the property and you havent even picked up the u-haul yet, you just give up and begin piling stuff in boxes without any regard.

slowly, you end one chapter of your life and begin another with endless possibilities. a new place with new opportunities. and moving is the means to an end. now to be clear, i hate the act of moving. picking up heavy boxes. carrying furniture through doorways at odd angles. not only do things have to be moved out of one place, but then you get to do it all over again and move things into the new place. but its that moment when you have successfully moved everything into your new abode that i enjoy. the point where you take a deep breath and think "sky is the limit."

if i could teleport to three days from now and be able to relax, i would. have everything magically waiting for me in my new room and the fun begins. but alas, i cannot. so for now, my life is scattered and in pieces across two locations and i will be breaking my back(i have thrown my back out the last 3 times ive moved) til it gets done. i have, literally, tons of furniture to move and 4 floors of life to weed through. however, there is a light at the end of the tunnel and i can not wait for the sunshine!