in transit

The worst part about travelling is always the transition from airport to airport. Surprisingly enough, the longest journey, over deep ocean and turbulent skies, is carefree. You sit in a cushioned seat and get waited on. It's the actual transition: terminal 1 to terminal 6, then your flight gets changed from gate 2 to get 27... being in transit can really suck.

You know, I think the key to happiness exists in the transitory phases of life, and the ability to navigate through them peacefully with understanding. I think when people become lost in life, is it usually not in a difficult or different season of life, but rather in the transition towards this season (or sometimes things happen so abruptly we don't even get a chance to begin the transition).

As I said previously, it is to understand the stage of life you are in and make peace with it.. but also not to mislabel that phase of life. When I look around me at other brides-to-be or remember friends who once passed through this stage, I always remember it to be a really exciting time; blissful even.

I would beg to differ. Though there is much to be excited about, we can't forget there is also much to mourn. Well.. mourn is perhaps a harsh word; solomn reflection then, shall we? It is the end of an era. The passing of a wonderful season of my life that I can never return to. To simply skip over this very important fact would be to cheapen its value. This next stage of my life is one of moving forward yes, but also of leaving something behind and moving on.

I am in transit.

The other night I lay in my bed and stared up at the ceiling, which is plastered with glow in the dark stars and moons. They've been stuck to that ceiling for almost as long as I've been alive. I barely even notice the fact that I have a glow-in-the-dark universe above my head while I sleep. This room has been my sanctuary for almost 20 years. TWENTY years. I moved in when I was 7 and instantly made it mine. It's kind of like an old friend; a place of safety and refuge.

I am going to miss it.

I don't want you to think I'm sad about getting married or dreading this next step in my life. I am simply aware of the process, and letting myself feel what needs to be felt in order to close this chapter of my life and open the next. Like I've said before, I live my life according to philosophies.

Then again, I guess we are ALWAYS in transit... we never really "arrive" in life, but I suppose rather come to certain milestones; rest stops.. until the next journey begins again.