I was finally able to move out last Friday. That day was one of the worst and most exciting days - at the same time, yes - I have ever had. I had to see my little shoebox devoid of all the things I have accumulated over the years. I had to lug my stuff to another place where I will be staying for a while. I had to come to terms with the fact that it was the end of a chapter in my life.
So I am now officially homeless. A hobo. A nomad. A wanderer.
Well, not quite. I still have a roof above my head, thanks to good friends who welcomed me with open arms.
I do realize that there is so much uncertainty ahead of me. Still, there are some constants in my life. I do have a stable career. At least I do not have to worry about this aspect of my life, although I have to admit health care careers do sound interesting and lucrative. I do have my friends and family who support me in what I am doing.
Life is full of uncertainties, but it is good; and with uncertainties come adventure. I am content. A little anxious, but excited.