On Moving...

My driveway is steep. Every pizza delivery guy who has ever faced it's bald slope and lived to tell the tale has mentioned it. In fact, everyone who has climbed it's craggy face has mentioned it. It was the first beast I had to tame when I finally got the nerve to take my motorcycle for a spin around the neighborhood. It makes moving furniture a beast few men have faced and none have been the same since. Standing at the top of the driveway you will see your reflection looking directly at you from the second story window, like a ghost floating in space.

...the main point here is that my driveway is steep.

But the driveway I can handle, I know what to expect. I climb it every day to get the mail. I mow the lawn around it once a week in the summer. I rode a recycling bin down it like a sled when we had 1/2 inch of snow a couple years ago. It has been a hard week and the driveway hasn't been the bugger. The hard part is saying goodbye to friends I've made over the years when I don't even have a good idea of what I'm getting myself into. I haven't really explained to anyone why I decided to move away. I can't explain it all, I don't know it all. Maybe one of these days I'll try to explain the parts I know. I can say I know I'm taking a risk and I'm only hoping it turns out to be worth it.

A neighbor came by on Sunday asking if I had sold my lawn mower. We were talking a little about my plans and he asked me, "Are you sure you know what you're doing?" That is a very good question. I think I responded "maybe" but it's not, it's "No. I went to a college that was out of my league. I took a job that wasn't related to my major. I fell for a girl that had no chance of working out. And currently I do not have a comprehensive plan for how my life is going to go. Apparently I am familiar with having no idea what I'm doing." I guess, "maybe" pretty much covers it.

It's scary to look ahead. I can only hope I'm making the right choice. It's sad to look back. Good times and bad times are back there waiting for me to uncover them. I read an article a couple weeks ago about a lady who has a disorder where she can remember almost every day from her life. From the article it seemed like a terrible thing for her.

Anyway, it has been a heavy week. Saying good-bye to people who are here, and to some who have already gone but my memory still tied them here. That's part of moving, sometimes you end up letting things go you wish you could keep, for better or worse.

KP