Packing and graduation and family have all but consumed my life this past weekend. There’s really nothing more to explain there.

But there is great news that comes out of it.

About a couple hours ago, I found out that, as a present for graduation, my mom and her serious boyfriend bought my a ticket to London and are funding an indefinite stay there. It was difficult news to process, not because I wasn’t ecstatic, excited, and grateful, but because it was such a change. Going to London and I guess living in London for a short amount of time (it’s so strange to say that) is a marked change in my life and I want everything that comes from that type of experience. But to say that I’m not terrified, anxious, and nervous would be a complete lie. I am all those things and more, but I felt the same way when I was headed to New York four years ago. That’s what life is about right, we coast from huge moments of change to the next one. We become familiar with our new surroundings until they become known, a beautiful, yet sad thing. It’s those moments—the ones were you’ve been somewhere for so long that it no longer feels new and scary, and becomes known and comfortable—that seem to be at the heart of a life well-lived.

It just takes that leap of faith, that step in the dark, that ticket to a new place.

I’m sure to write about this many more times, but I just had to write some of my initial, panic-stricken, excited musings right now.