Surrealist Movement
It is one of those hot sticky days where you don’t want to do anything but lounge about the house and do absolutely nothing. Unfortunately it doesn’t always work out that way. I got up, went to work, came home, worked on projects, an altogether mundane day. But as I sat back from packing lists, cleaning chores, and bins full of “things I’ll never need again”, I realized that this is happening. It’s cliche to say I can’t believe it, but I couldn’t. It didn’t sink in that an altogether unremarkable young woman will soon be wishing her friends and family well, and leaving them all. I took the time to take a deep breath and realized that this is actually happening. As my sister and her friends giggle in the room adjacent mine, I see that that is something I won’t hear again for a long time now. I’ll be buying my tickets within the week, and I’ve already begun to pack – trying to decide what I can live withoutand what must not get left behind. My good old American music and my cat lightly snoring in the background, I just can’t fathom what made me decide to leave it all behind. The promise of adventure outweighs the comfort of the familiar; but for today, I just want to appreciate the things I can’t take with me.
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