I seem to be surrounded by people in my life of late, who are transitioning to their next big move, literally and figuratively. For a change, it’s not me, or at least I don’t think so? Any move, in my opinion, is slightly unsettling, I like to know where I am and where I’m headed.
After a year of living on campus, my youngest son needed to secure a place to live for his fall term, no biggy, right? Uh, well, it turns out the vacancy rate is at an extreme low, so finding accommodations months in advance was a priority, which led us to an impromptu trip to his university town. Thankfully he organized several showings, all within 45 minutes of each other, in, out, in, out, and yes, we found it! His home for the next three years, phew! I’m happy, he’s happy, and there is a sigh of relief from both of us. Not knowing where you’re going to land can be stressful. His next few years at university are all about transitions, developing a passion for what he wants to pursue.
I’m off to Montreal to celebrate my oldest son’s university graduation, exciting times! I still remember him in his highchair, seriously, how did this happen so fast? A degree in journalism with a minor in sociology, which will probably never see the light of day. This boy has his sites on a career in fashion…he can talk about it, write about it in his blog Mymombuysmerafs and rock street fashion like it was made for him. I can’t wait to see where he wears his degree if anything, it will be something exciting and nothing we expected. Transitioning into the unknown seems to be his style! That said, he always lands on his feet…and yes the shoes look great too!
My mom announced that she’s ready to sell her condo…at 97 years of age, I think it’s time, right?! She’s prepared for the next phase of her life, moving into a senior living facility, this will undoubtedly be a HUGE transition for her. It’s hard for me to imagine her living anywhere but her home, she’s been so independent, wanting to do it her way and yet, age has finally sneaked up on her. I know it’s the best for her…I guess we’re both transitioning.
Writing this has made me realize that we’re continually transitioning into the next something new. Honestly, it can be anything, only your imagination limits you to what you transition yourself to next. I’m keeping my imagination wide open for that next something, whatever that may be.