is this real life?

This afternoon I moved into my new office space, upstairs at Young Avenue Sound, and when I got home my business cards had arrived in the mail.

I think some wise person once said it best: Shit just got real.

Meanwhile tomorrow is my last day at the first grown-up job I've ever seriously, ridiculously, work weekends because I want to loved. And I've moved back in with my parents, which means that every day when I come home I sort of feel like I'm on some kind of vacation because my body associates sleeping in my childhood bed with pauses and life transitions. Summers in college. Christmas holidays. Weekend visits.

And you could make the argument that this is a transition. But to me it feels less like transition and more like waking up in a completely different place with a completely different life and having to figure out how to put on your clothes again. (Although a fraction less totally scary than that sounded. Scary, yes. But not Freaky Friday you're in someone else's body kind of scary.)

I hope you're ready for this ride, y'all. It occurs to me that this started out as a travel blog, but that maybe it never stopped being one, really. And now it's about to document the navigation of some very new territory. I hope I can learn the ropes as fast I have in the real-life far-flung places I've often found myself.

Is it coincidence that my horoscope has been pretty much out of this world every day for the last three weeks? I think not. Some stars are aligning. And I feel excited. And nervous. Scared in the best way. And it might not just be the new job, but I can't seem to stop smiling.

So here we go.

cheers,

elizabeth