Mar 02 2010


We’ve been throwing around the idea of moving for some time now. It’s always been just a daydream; an exercise in escapism. What if we moved there? Oooh- look at THAT house! How cool would it be to live in a city with that?! Hey! We’d be near those friends! What a nice school- the kids could go there. It’s fun; it’s diverting; it’s just for play.

It’s different, apparently, when it could be for real. Those “fun” things are still there, but they get overshadowed by everything we would miss; everything that would be different; all of the unknowns.

Change is scary. Even when it will probably end in a general improvement, change is scary. Even when I see all of the amazing opportunities, change is scary.

Change is coming, and I’m still scared.

“All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.”  ~Anatole France

“Without accepting the fact that everything changes, we cannot find perfect composure.  But unfortunately, although it is true, it is difficult for us to accept it.  Because we cannot accept the truth of transience, we suffer.”  ~Shunryu Suzuki