Jul 21, 2009 01:15
I'm moving on July 29. For the first time I'm moving away from my hometown. Not like one or two towns north, but four hours away. It's not like it's super-far, but it's not here. I'm excited about the idea of living somewhere else, at least in theory. It's really starting to sink in that I'm leaving a place I love. My roots go deep here. 27 years is nothing to sneeze at, and ultimately they've been good years. The limited amount of time I have left here is really starting to sink in, and I don't know what I should do to take the best advantage of this last week or so. So many people are already gone, and the ones who aren't are working and such, or have other plans (for the most part, anyway). I know I'm ready for the move and that I'll be fine, but a little separation anxiety seems normal at this point.
Also, my grandfather's Alzheimer's disease recently got a lot worse very quickly. He can't live at home anymore; he's living in a nursing home. My dad just spent a week up there helping to get things straightened out and all, and like anything else, it takes a lot of getting used to. The idea of my Papaw not being in the house, the idea that he might not know me next time I visit, the knowledge that Mamaw is there alone... it breaks the heart. It's hard to watch my dad trying to deal with this from here, and I know he's very upset about it.
With those two things plus some of the other stuff, I'm in a bit of an emotional hell right now. I've cried some, but mostly I'm just trying to grin and bear it, so to speak.