Sometimes, despite the planning of things, there is a moment, a brief flickering instant where you feel just like you knew you would.
Of these, hopeful is the most important. Hopeful keeps the insanity of the other five from taking over. Hopeful gives you peace. Hopeful lets you believe that it will all be ok.
Today, when I said my goodbyes, and left my job for the last time, I felt all of these things. Moving so far away from my friends and family is turning out to be a big thing. And despite all my planning ahead, and taking care of things in advance, and wondering about contingencies, I am suddenly very nervous about this move.
But mostly, I am hopeful.