Change.

All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.

~Anatole France

It's been forever. I've been busy. I barely have time to gather my thoughts, much less organize them and commit them to a blog. And this blogsite is much too personal for me (even though it's viewable to the public).

I feel the winds of change. Presently they're swirling in gentle leaf-lifting circles around my ankles, but I can feel them building. Soon they'll be blowing down branches and shaking the wind chimes and howling out their spooky hellos.

This year has been an abundantly blessed year, and I've spent a great deal of time being grateful.

Now Dan's accepted a start date for his new position and I've got a second interview scheduled tomorrow. Wow. I guess our "salad days" are coming to an end.

And I can feel a difference in my relationships. We all took a lot for granted this past year, and now I'm feeling a little disconnected. I'm also re-thinking many of my extracurricular activities.

I'm hoping for the best for the new year; I just wish I could shake this melancholy mood that I've carried around for the past few hours.

This is a moment that I wish would pass just a little faster...