The beginning's end

I saw Kasia off yesterday, her borrowed truck filled to capacity with all her belongings. Only then did it become clear to me that in less than 10 days, I will be making such a step myself - the only exception is I will be waving goodbye before boarding a plane. I'm moving the across the ocean, so far away from home and all the faces I know and love. I'm scared to death but incredibly ready for this new beginning. A clean slate, untarnished by old problems and a fear of myself. It's a chance I'm taking - I could love it or hate it - but either way, there's no doubt in my mind that it will be an experience of a lifetime. I just hope I can make it through this week with minimal tears. For as you all know, I am the queen of nostalgia. I live in the past. I have the pessimistic attitude that what is to come will never be as great as what came before. But that's only because the beginning has been better than I could have ever imagined.