Good Times.

Switching rooms should not be this traumatic. The space is larger, there is more light and the view from my new window is awesome. But as I get ready to finish my final day of packing so that I can be move into the room right down the hall, I am filled with a sense of sadness at having to leave this space (though Nicole has made it quite clear that she is ready to have her own room).

I like this room. A lot. It took me a while to get use to it. The hues. The light. The sounds from across the street. But like most things, I made it mine...eventually. And I have enjoyed every day in this room.

And it's not to say that I won't like the new space because already, I am quite smitten with the layout. But I can't say that I won't walk by the room ever so often and wish that it was my space again. Le sigh.

I should be fully moved into the new room today. Friends from work offered to help, but I told them I could manage shuffling things down a hallway. And plus it will give me some time alone in both rooms.

My mom thinks this upgrade is only the beginning. Yes, she is one of those moms who puts a positive, optimistic spin on everything. "new room" she says "new job, new everything". It's the way energy of the world works. And maybe she is right. Well, hopefully because while I am anxious about leaving the things that make me comfortable behind. The excitement over upgrades cannot be denied. Beginnings are exciting, like that lyric from that Semisonic song "every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end".

I'm sort of ready for change. Scared and anxious and a little bit misty eyed. But ready.

Time to finish packing. It is going to be a long day.