On my thoughts before change

A  few words on the eve of my departure for my new home.

I'm having more mixed feelings about this move than any other experience I've had in my relatively short life.  With all of my previous major life transitions-- first day of kindergarten, first day of high school, graduation from college, first job, summer away on internship, high school graduation, college graduation-- I've taken part in mass movements, whether they be exodus or arrival, in unison with my peers.  All major changes were, yes, big life events, but completely scheduled and expected.  You anticipate that when you go to college you will graduate in 4 years, so when you do, yeah it's sad and slightly earthquake-like but you were prepared. You knew it was coming. You were just one of many before and to later come.

So, for the first time in my life, a major life event of mine is not only unscheduled, but also completely independent.  I was supposed to be in my previous program, where my former cohort-mates remain, for another 3 years.  I was supposed to walk the stage to be hooded in unison with them.  As a member of a group.  Now I'm a bit out of sync.  I'm not going to graduate with that cohort and I'm not going to graduate with my new one (I'm entering with credits) so I'm really a lone wolf here. I'm going to have to tread my own path.  Find my own way. Be my own person.  An exodus and arival of one.

That's a little daunting, but it's also really exciting. I have the opportunity to be special.  To be different.  To be a trailblazer. To be a role model. To do things in an unexpected and unique way.

I may be a party of one, but also get the chance to be one unique party.

Keep on thinking,
Josie