Kevin made mention of this, but I figured I'd expand on it a bit as the Celtics play the Wizards in the background on ESPN and I hit refresh every 2 minutes on RedSox.com to keep up with the boys of summer (stupid Tigers just scored 4 to pull ahead 4-2!).
It's an odd feeling to leave your "home" knowing you wouldn't be going back there. You get in the car and drive to dinner, you drive back home at the end of the night. You go up north to ski for the weekend, you drive back home on Sunday. But when we left Boston last Friday, it was a one-way journey. There was no return home planned in the foreseeable future. And the odd part is, I was so excited about what the future held, it didn't even really hit me until St Louis. Not exactly the halfway point, but close enough, with the Gateway Arch providing the metaphorical backdrop, it began to sink in- I'm going to have a new home.
As we continued to get closer to the Pacific than the Atlantic, the reality continued to set it. It was actually like the first time I went skydiving. I remember the plane accelerating down the runway with my tandem instructor strapped to by back and realizing "I'm not landing with this plane". As a veteran of many a plane trip, I'm used to both taking off and landing with the airplane. Not so when you're skydiving. Similar to jumping out of a plane, driving away from home and not turning returning is just not natural. Not bad, just not something you don't do every day.
It's still exciting, new and I can't wait for what lies ahead, but it's still a little un-natural and I'm still getting used to it.
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