The realization of change is starting to settle on me. Huge waves of change. Change that is good and healthy and even exciting, but it has me teary-eyed and sorrowful. I am mourning a future loss.
I am walking away from a city I've poured my sweat, blood, tears, self into; Walking away from people who have changed my life with their passion, idealism, and commitment; walking away from an era of my life.
Kenda is leaving. I will be living near my family for the first time in 7 years. I'm going to have a job and a life, and they will be separate things. I'm probably not going to be confronted directly with a huge social injustice on a daily basis anymore. I won't live, think and breathe New Orleans and Katrina every hour of every day.
Why is change so hard? Even when you know it's good...
I guess because change usually involves a loss. And even if you're gaining something better-- like sanity, and better relationships with the people you care for, and time to think and breathe, --the loss still stings.