I still feel extremely disconnected from the fact that I’m soon going to be leaving the place I grew up (very possibly never to see it again*) and moving across the country to a city I’ve never even visited before.
It’s all happening very quickly, and right now I’m just caught up in it. Hire movers, pack my stuff, buy insurance. I’m going through all the motions but it doesn’t feel like a real thing that’s happening.
Maybe it’ll finally hit me while I’m driving for six days straight.
(*My parents are planning to move away in the next couple of years as well. Even if I manage to come visit for a holiday, we’ll likely all meet up in the city where my brother lives. So it’s pretty unlikely that I’ll ever have a reason to come back to this tiny little town.)
