Transition

I just ate 4 pieces of Cadbury chocolate and a handful of Skittles. Why? I'm nervous.

My parent and sister have arrived!!! Hooray hoorah yippee.

Yet...
This signifies the end of "normal". It's irrevocable, un-doable, unrewindable. The transition stage has begun. Now everything that is the usual, the familiar, the routine, will begin to fall away in pieces. My job has changed, my interaction with students and faculty has changed, and so I must change.

I hate change.

I've just begun reading The Art of Coming Home by Craig Storti. All of my fears and apprehensions regarding coming home are corroborated in this book. I suppose I'm glad to know them ahead of time.
Adjustment.
Readjustment.
Discomfort.

Ugh.