I’m writing this on the slow and hated laptop as I sit on a camp chair in what is largely an empty house. The movers came yesterday and I watched as they wrapped up all my furniture and carted out all my boxes. It felt surreal. It still does.
There are only a few more days to get through – days spent with my family for the holidays, one more day of work, a few days of driving right after everything between here and there has been slammed with winter storms.
To say I am stressed would be an understatement. Even in these few and fleeting quiet moments, my mind is full of what I must do for real life to get through the next several days and this is good because it takes my mind off what I’ll have to do when I get back to WoW.
I really didn’t need for a game to become another source of stress, but it has.
It seems strangely fitting to be now surrounded by empty, echoing rooms and to be looking ahead to a difficult journey. It seems right that it should be difficult to let go of a place that, no matter how much I dislike it, has become familiar and even comfortable. And it makes sense that the place to which I am going will be familiar but so different from what I used to know. It helps that there will still be familiar faces, if not as many.
And so it goes. The whole world changes even as it remains exactly the same as always.