Change can be freaky. My wife will be leaving for Mexico in two months to do her doctoral research — which means I am finally free to leave Kentucky. Not that there’s anything wrong with Kentucky, really — it’s just not home. So now I’m faced with an extended period without my wife, and also a transition to a new place to live, a new job, etc.
I’ve been having dreams about highschool — a period of my life I had long assumed was entirely expunged from my psyche. I suppose that was the first real conscious (well, semi-conscious) transition I made in my life, when I decided to go off to college. Over the years there have been many more changes, and very few that I could have predicted. I have no real picture, at this point, of what my life will look like a few months from now. I’m not even sure where I’m going. The uncertainty frightens me, but it’s also energizing as it reminds me of times past when I felt anything was possible, when I was filled with hope.