Sweater: c/o Surfdome; Skirt: Nordstrom (similar save, similar splurge); Tights: Gap; Heels: c/o Lulu*s
I have a close friend that's embarking on the medical school journey with her boyfriend. And everything she is experiencing is identical to that which Ben and I experienced just a year ago. Listening to her debate all of the changes that it could (and will) bring fills me with such excitement for the possibilities ahead of her... and yet, when I was embarking upon the same journey, I was full of fear, trepidation, and anxiety. There was just about nothing that sounded endearing about the whole process.
People kept telling me that it was so exciting - being young and moving states. But I could hardly agree. What's exciting about leaving a beloved job? About moving to a new and scary city? About leaving your apartment and finding new housing? About having to drive a U-Haul across the state? What could possibly be exciting about not knowing what your future held but immense change?
It didn't feel exciting until we were in the new apartment in Portland, unpacking and discovering our new street for the first time. The anxiety masked all of the positive emotions associated with big journeys and big changes.
And yet here we are, in a new world all our own. We've moved forward. And listening to someone else about to step off the cliff into that entire year of planning makes me fill with joy at the happiness that's about to come to her after the long wait. Moving to this little insular bubble of just us three (including kitty here) has really made us this teensy tiny family that couldn't have been made more complete or close by anything but a giant change like this. Funny how hard things are until you just jump off that cliff and do them.
P.S. These were the last possible weekday morning photos - sorry for the grainy, dark quality but the sun is rising at 7:45 a.m. and setting at 4:25 p.m. ):
I have a close friend that's embarking on the medical school journey with her boyfriend. And everything she is experiencing is identical to that which Ben and I experienced just a year ago. Listening to her debate all of the changes that it could (and will) bring fills me with such excitement for the possibilities ahead of her... and yet, when I was embarking upon the same journey, I was full of fear, trepidation, and anxiety. There was just about nothing that sounded endearing about the whole process.
People kept telling me that it was so exciting - being young and moving states. But I could hardly agree. What's exciting about leaving a beloved job? About moving to a new and scary city? About leaving your apartment and finding new housing? About having to drive a U-Haul across the state? What could possibly be exciting about not knowing what your future held but immense change?
It didn't feel exciting until we were in the new apartment in Portland, unpacking and discovering our new street for the first time. The anxiety masked all of the positive emotions associated with big journeys and big changes.
And yet here we are, in a new world all our own. We've moved forward. And listening to someone else about to step off the cliff into that entire year of planning makes me fill with joy at the happiness that's about to come to her after the long wait. Moving to this little insular bubble of just us three (including kitty here) has really made us this teensy tiny family that couldn't have been made more complete or close by anything but a giant change like this. Funny how hard things are until you just jump off that cliff and do them.
P.S. These were the last possible weekday morning photos - sorry for the grainy, dark quality but the sun is rising at 7:45 a.m. and setting at 4:25 p.m. ):