I drove 756 miles over the four-day holiday weekend to spend time with my family in North Carolina. First, I headed to my godparents' home in High Point. Then I made the eastward trek across the state to Tarboro, where my aunt and uncle live. These are my father's people, and I spend a lot less time with them than with my mother's relatives. I knew I owed them a visit before I moved to the West Coast. My relatives were very gracious and extended their Southern hospitality. On Monday night, I safely made it back home to DC to continue the transition. Here are the other things I am celebrating:
As overwhelmed as I feel about all that is involved with my upcoming move to California and transition to full-time graduate student, I also am incredibly grateful. The details have been working themselves out in amazing and utterly fortuitous ways. Each one of these instances of synchronicity has brought a smile to my face over the last few months, and reminded me that all is well.
It has been an emotional week. I have had moments of pure elation, followed by days of great despair. I feel unsettled, even a bit unhinged. The calm and consistent temperament I have been cultivating since my move to DC has been replaced by a moody and unpredictable disposition. These drastic mood swings have me feeling a bit cray cray.
It's crunch time. I need to have most of the furniture and personal belongings out of my house by the end of the week. Next week is reserved for getting some minor repairs done around the house. Then I'll have a photographer come out to take pictures, so that my house can be listed for rent. Looking around at all the stuff I have accumulated over the years, and thinking about getting it all out of here in the next week or so, has me utterly overwhelmed! Despite the stress of moving, I am still feeling very grateful.
I was raised in a single, female-headed household. My mom worked hard to provide everything my older sister and I needed. She ensured that we got the best educations she could afford, and there was always enough money for a few books to add to my ever-growing collection. I had new school clothes each fall and plenty to eat for each meal. My clothes weren’t fancy, and my sister and I shared a bedroom in the Bronx. So I was far from spoiled, but I never went without.
Crystal Moore began her wellness quest in 2003 after being diagnosed with lupus. Her quest has led her to embrace yoga, faith, exercise, healthy eating, and relationships. Share her journey.