Yeah. Again. Sigh. You'd think I was depressed or proud or something for the number of times I mention it happening. I suppose it's because I'm still not fully adjusted to this whole crying world of mine I've created. The one where when I'm hurting or even just a little sad, the tears come. After so many years of just not. Not crying much at all,
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The internet means you won't even be incommunicado. (God, I'm about to say, "Back in MY day..." /o\)
I'm thinking you're picking up on people being clingy at you. You're going off on an adventure, not moving to Jupiter. You'll be fine.
Be flexible. Adapt. Change direction in mid-course. Trust your instincts. Remember the first casualty in action is the plan, so be willing to ditch the plan.
Remember you're free to do anything, go anywhere, and make whatever path for yourself suits you. Follow your bliss. ♥
You're going to have ridiculous amounts of fun.
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Mostly the crying is just an event that monotonously amuses me, since the tears aren't heralding any huge lasting sadness. There's no depression or ache or emptiness, just sort of a recognition of the beauty in the life I had here.
None of them have caused me to question my going or how I'm going to handle everything there or how it will be an awesome experience. It's been a really good lesson in the fact that tears don't all have to be bad, or about bad things, even when they are frequent.
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I had a 5 inch empty shoe polish tin when I was a teen, totally blacked out on the inside... used for black mirror and water scrie. I found later I did not actually need the equipment to get the work done. It was gifted to a person who wanted it when I left that campus.
Haven't thought of that on years.
REmember to keep folk who care about you on your friends lists...at least as soon as you get there and settled.
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