Sunday, March 12, 2006
My parents sold their house a week and a half ago. I don't know if i mentioned that or not. They're not moving to Mexico until the end of June, but they have to be out Easter weekend, which is incredibly soon and I have to get stuff out.
So I ran errands today and went to my parents' house and picked up two boxes of stuff I had in their garage. I've been really dreading all of this moving business. The next few months will be incredibly hectic and chaotic. My parents moving out and moving in with friends, me moving to Mexico for a little bit, my parents moving to Mexico, me coming back for a little while, and then moving to S. Korea hopefully. Trying to organize a new permanent address, get things cleaned out of my parents house and start thinking about supporting myself sufficiently is a little stressful and adds a lot to all the school stuff I'm doing, plus working. I'm not complaining, I don't think, it's just a really interesting situation.
Driving home I realized that I was excited. For the past couple of months, and even the past 6 months or so when my parents announced their decision, I have been apprehensive about the changes, afraid of what might come next, fearing the loss of "home" and of losing my city (thinking that if I'm not here and my family isn't here that it somehow isn't mine anymore). I began to picture my parents moving out of their home, what that week will be like, and their new home base for a little while. It suddenly became clear to me that this was a good picture, one of renewal and strength and courage (cheesy, I know). A sense of hope that we can all do new things no matter our circumstances. It gives me a lot of pride to watch my parents do this, and without their knowledge of this, it gives me a lot of motivation to strike out on my own.
So I ran errands today and went to my parents' house and picked up two boxes of stuff I had in their garage. I've been really dreading all of this moving business. The next few months will be incredibly hectic and chaotic. My parents moving out and moving in with friends, me moving to Mexico for a little bit, my parents moving to Mexico, me coming back for a little while, and then moving to S. Korea hopefully. Trying to organize a new permanent address, get things cleaned out of my parents house and start thinking about supporting myself sufficiently is a little stressful and adds a lot to all the school stuff I'm doing, plus working. I'm not complaining, I don't think, it's just a really interesting situation.
Driving home I realized that I was excited. For the past couple of months, and even the past 6 months or so when my parents announced their decision, I have been apprehensive about the changes, afraid of what might come next, fearing the loss of "home" and of losing my city (thinking that if I'm not here and my family isn't here that it somehow isn't mine anymore). I began to picture my parents moving out of their home, what that week will be like, and their new home base for a little while. It suddenly became clear to me that this was a good picture, one of renewal and strength and courage (cheesy, I know). A sense of hope that we can all do new things no matter our circumstances. It gives me a lot of pride to watch my parents do this, and without their knowledge of this, it gives me a lot of motivation to strike out on my own.
