I guess moving from Juneau, Alaska to Washington, D.C. is exhausting. I didn’t think so during the actual flights and drive, but the fact that I’m still reflecting and adjusting means it’s not complete yet. I’m pretty sure I’ve forgotten how to text….and driving past the “end of the road” feels strange. Dressing up in general feels like a luxury and I still feel like I have to catch the sun while it’s out, or I might miss it for a month.
The hardest part for me so far is deciding what I don’t want in my life from before we lived in Juneau. I’m pacing myself. I think we all have opportunities to change our own pattern.
I feel like living in Juneau was a challenge and priceless all rolled up into one.
I think it’s time to start arting.