{Journal Entry}
Today’s ceremony was of a unique kind.
From the outside, it seemed mundane and tedious: securing a storage unit, collecting my belongings, driving back and forth, and the continuous cycle of loading and unloading. This is all so surreal…
This stage of transition is undoubtedly the most daunting…
It represents a liminal space, a phase before roots take hold, before the emergence of leaves and the blooming of flowers—a period where new dreams are yet to be conceived.
Taking responsibility for myself and my life is only going to be done by me, darn it…
My vulnerability seems to trigger misguided actions and words from others, as if part of a cosmic joke that hits a childhood ache…
I ought to bear a “fragile - handle with care” label, though I fear it might be ignored, much like similar warnings on precious packages.
Although my possessions are few, as I favor minimalism over hoarding, everything I own is now together for the first time in 20 years…
This step towards self-sufficiency in this phase of the transition is significant.
In this tender state I am in, I feel a deep ache when it comes to relying on others and realize all I really have is myself…
