The first two weeks

What's it like to move across the country by yourself for the second time? Let me try and put it into words. It's exhausting. It's exhilarating. Everything is new. The fact that everything is new is great and terrible. It's hopeful. It's sad. In the past two weeks, I have been feeling up and down an∂ uppppp uppp upp and then down down down.

I'm trying to find a new yoga studio, which has been a struggle. I'm working to find a volleyball league. I'd love to keep up dancing. I'm trying to make friends. I've unpacked and bought furniture and scrambled to pay all the bills.

I'm starting a new job that I am so incredible excited about. I am psyched and terrified. I want to do well so badly. I want to help kids and teachers and parents and am working to be confident that I  can do this.

It's overwhelming.

I have done some exploring and some hiking which gives me life.

I'm trying to remake parts of my life that I had let fall into sloppy or angry patterns. I'm trying to eat healthier. I'm trying to keep my apartment cleaner (*at least the kitchen!). I'm working on being a more calm driver.

So it's only natural that I'm going to have conflicting feelings. I know it's right that I'm here, and I'm excited for the possibilities, but I'm also sad and will feel a little left out by not being in Chicago anymore.

Staying in Chicago would have been the easy choice. But easy choices don't help you grow. So I'm ready for this roller coaster ride.