I am mostly excited about the prospect of the 'big move', but there are moments when my emotions catch me completely off guard. Yesterday, for example, I was sitting in the living room with my mother, working on my patchwork while she worked on a job application form. We chatted for a while, before lapsing into a comfortable silence, and during that silence my heart grew so heavy it was virtually resting in my lap with my patchwork. It was only a brief spell, and I had brightened up within a few minutes. I'm just beginning to realise how much I'm going to miss my family, friends and colleagues.
Yesterday evening I watched a movie my grandmother passed on to me called 'Christy'. The film begins with the heroine, Christy, leaving behind her home town and loving parents for the first time. Her voice-over really captured my mood and mixed feelings, and I felt so able to identify with Christy, who begins a new life in the mountains, teaching the poor children in the mission school. I was completely blown away by the film, and have since ordered the book it was based on, by Catherine Marshall.
I am sure I will adapt to my new life before long, especially once I find a job, and have settled into my new routine. The first few weeks will function as a transition period anyway, because I won't be moving into my new accommodation until July, and I will see my family twice before then anyway. And of course, Spud will be there to support me, which is a real comfort. Everything seems to be moving so quickly now. Today I handed in my final two assignments. Then, about an hour ago, my colleague rang and we arranged my last few work shifts. On Thursday I will attend my final lecture. But amongst all these 'lasts' are myriad 'firsts': our first car, my first ball (on Saturday), my first 'proper' job, my first (and potentially last) graduation... This is an exciting time!