Somethings are best left unsaid
I have now officially registered for classes; this has made the prospect of moving much more visceral.
A part of me feels like I am in two places at once - yet I’ve never been to one of the places. A part of me is excited about the prospect of moving to a new city in a state that I’ve never so much as even visited, but there is a part of me that rues the day when this will become a reality. As much as Grand Rapids can infuriate me, this is the city where I was born and raised and I will miss it.
I’ve started to take every opportunity to spend time with my close friends before I leave. The frightening fact of the matter - we may never live in the same city again. I will miss my friends more than I can tell them because to put into spoken word what I am feeling is to acknowledge those very same feelings. Somethings are best left unsaid.
On the other hand, I cannot wait to move and experience a new city. I cannot wait to face the challenges that graduate school will bring me. Most of all, I cannot wait to teach again.
This strange amalgamation of feelings leads me to think that life admits only to shades of gray.
