Everything’s changing. Another chapter ends, only to turn a page into a new one. Sometimes I hate changes, sometimes I love them. But almost all times they feel scary. This is just one such instance. I am feeling anxious and nervous. Maybe some of it is the good kind of nervous. But most of it is a bit discombobulating. I don’t know what’s waiting for me in a new city. But I’m hopeful. Here I go…
Endings and beginnings
