Hectic, hectic, hectic, hectic.

Moving, no matter where, is simply too exhausting. For one, I’ve had to get a whole new bloody wardrobe, because you know, I’m not equipped to deal with the weather. Everyone finds it hot or comfortable. I’m somehow freezing.

Two, I still have to work out the details. You know, like if the place I’m staying at is where I’ll continue to live, how I’ll manage to keep the cash flow going now that I can’t work twenty hours a day, and how the heck any normal person can afford health insurance in America.

And finally? It’s a whole lifestyle change that I’m terribly excited about and totally dreading at the same time. The school, the possibilities, the learning that I’ll be doing have me absolutely thrilled. I simply can’t wait to throw myself into all that completely.

On the other hand, I’ve left India. I’ve left behind friendships and a relationship that I cherish. I don’t have a great track record with long-distance, you know (two casualties at last count).

So, I’m sitting here writing this feeling on top of the world one minute, wondering how we’re going to survive the long-distance relationship the next. It’s taken an immense amount of courage to make myself vulnerable like this all over again.

Wait. And watch. Patience. Time will tell. Love is all that matters. All that. Wish it didn’t have to be this hard.