so. it finally hit. the first (of whats sure to be many) emotional breakdowns. there i was, NOT thinking about moving when bon iver's mopey voice starts playing, and i was done for. big ugly tears, gasping for breathe, splotchy face. no particular thought that set me off, just a general sense of overwhelming change and loss. more so than leaving my home for the past 3 and a half years, these people have been my family for the past 8. some pretty impossible shoes to fill.

on top of my 'holy shit im moving across the country and my life is about to completely change' emotional turmoil, im thinking about a. packing (and somehow transporting) my entire life b. series of long distance flights with a full on hurricane raging across the country c. organizing a work conference overseas d. traveling alone through a foreign country, all within the next two weeks. total whirlwind! i'm hoping the madness of it all will help the transition...that i'll be so busy/distracted i wont have time to miss dc. heres to hoping

(oh, and we went to old tabbard in for brunch on sunday absolutely loved it. per usual. *and we didnt even have to wait!)

*i am excited for the big move to sf, but currently 'everything im giving up!' is trumping 'everything im going to gain!' in my mind