Moving's funny, we all hate being in a rut, but we also hate endings and uncertainty. Moving on is hard, from a romance ending, a parent dying, to just the end of the summer.

I'm moving on from a lot of things right now, and it's very, very weird. I've been living in this place for almost 12 years, the longest I've ever lived anywhere. I've graduating from college, moving to the biggest metropolitan area I've ever lived in by far--without a place to live--and I don't know if I'll be in grad school at Stanford for 1 1/2 years (MA) or 5-6 years (PhD), or any idea what kind of job I'll get or how I'll pay rent and tuition in the meantime, or how I'll pay for the surgery on my wrist that I need... all the safety of the previous 22 years is gone. It's good to be moving on--I know that. I'm looking forward to leaving here, I'm looking forward to moving to the Bay Area. And my most loved ones are going with me. So sure, it's a good thing.

But it's strange...

--and frightening.