Thoughts In The Moment
(this blog was written a few weeks ago as the idea of moving began to sink in)
Now is the time of transitions
In dance teams, transitions during a dance are supposed to be smooth and only slightly noticeable as the entire team moves from one formation to the next.
Transitions on Year Course are not either of those things.
They are a big balagan - a mess and a huge deal because it begins the realization that three months have passed. And now we are moving
Why? It feels like orientation was yesterday and not I am rechecking lists I filled out for my "new" apartment three months ago.
In this short and oh so long span of time I have had many adventures, spontaneous nights, and weekend gatherings with many friends in apartments that shrink as sleeping bags begin to create makeshift beds on cold tile floors.
I am going to miss the "me" time I got every morning as I walked from my bus stop to the rescue center. Every morning I craved a longer bus ride so I could be graced with a few more songs from my IPOD. Oh the things I crave - longer bus rides, weekends with friends on cold tile floors, easy transitions, more time in Netanya.
And so these transitions is wanted, no doubt, however, I know a part of me will always live in 77 Weitzman. Multi-colored wall boards, a freezer that sticks, and a leaky sink will be missed.
My transition is marked with my removing my glow-in-the-dark stars from my cupboard and then my green-foamy-wall-thing. Then with putting away my multi-colored organizer which housed odd items from face lotion to post cards sent by my mother. Finally with my last day of work - a day that was supposed to be full of scrubbing sea turtles but was in turn graced by rain. The archetype that symbolizes starting a new and washing away what once was. Our last days were spent as a closed weekend without any travel just us and our apartment. Maybe the closed weekend was meant to provide closure before our second major transition this year on year course.
For now, I try to not take my days for granted and I am mentally preparing myself for a needed and unwanted change. A transition so unlike those I was used to in the day sof my dance team, so not smooth, so very noticed, and so unrefined.
Transition. Change. Whatever. It must happen.
Now is the time of transitions
In dance teams, transitions during a dance are supposed to be smooth and only slightly noticeable as the entire team moves from one formation to the next.
Transitions on Year Course are not either of those things.
They are a big balagan - a mess and a huge deal because it begins the realization that three months have passed. And now we are moving
Why? It feels like orientation was yesterday and not I am rechecking lists I filled out for my "new" apartment three months ago.
In this short and oh so long span of time I have had many adventures, spontaneous nights, and weekend gatherings with many friends in apartments that shrink as sleeping bags begin to create makeshift beds on cold tile floors.
I am going to miss the "me" time I got every morning as I walked from my bus stop to the rescue center. Every morning I craved a longer bus ride so I could be graced with a few more songs from my IPOD. Oh the things I crave - longer bus rides, weekends with friends on cold tile floors, easy transitions, more time in Netanya.
And so these transitions is wanted, no doubt, however, I know a part of me will always live in 77 Weitzman. Multi-colored wall boards, a freezer that sticks, and a leaky sink will be missed.
My transition is marked with my removing my glow-in-the-dark stars from my cupboard and then my green-foamy-wall-thing. Then with putting away my multi-colored organizer which housed odd items from face lotion to post cards sent by my mother. Finally with my last day of work - a day that was supposed to be full of scrubbing sea turtles but was in turn graced by rain. The archetype that symbolizes starting a new and washing away what once was. Our last days were spent as a closed weekend without any travel just us and our apartment. Maybe the closed weekend was meant to provide closure before our second major transition this year on year course.
For now, I try to not take my days for granted and I am mentally preparing myself for a needed and unwanted change. A transition so unlike those I was used to in the day sof my dance team, so not smooth, so very noticed, and so unrefined.
Transition. Change. Whatever. It must happen.
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