Dear Friends,
I wanted to write everyone a letter. I am horrible with good-byes. I have tried hard to hide it, but I've struggled emotionally with life-changing news. It comes as a good, great thing--but the celebration comes with the caveat of compilations. There wasn't any doubt in my mind when I got the offer that I should accept it. But I know that when I would do so, it wouldn't be easy.
I wanted to write this, because if you are reading this, and you have absolutely no idea what it is about or where I will be in the following months, then I am sorry. This letter is written in guilt to you. You are my friend, and while I love sharing funny, stupid things online, I hesitate to divulge in details of my personal life. I am feeling guilty, because I am guilty of being someone who could wear her heart so openly on her sleeve, yet without enough confidence to speak of it. I know luck hardly has anything to do with the outcome of our decisions, yet I am scared to jinx myself in my next big adventure. I am sometimes so self-conscious, that I don't believe in myself enough to boast my aspirations fearlessly.
If you are reading this, and you do know what I am talking about, thank you for understanding my secrecy. I liken this moment for me as Luke Skywalker training in the Dagobah system, needing full focus and confidentiality. Although I imagine, there would only be so long I could withhold information for, I hope to make this transition quietly.
Lastly, to those who I am leaving, I am sorry I did not properly say good bye to anyone. As I began writing, I am horrible with good-byes. I don't like treating this move as a permanent farewell. I imagine it to be another stop in the long trip I'm traveling. I will visit. Or, rather, return.
See you all, wherever you may be, soon.
