I feel anxiety. I cannot stand moving. I despise moving. Moving my home is very unnatural to me. I have tears. I have to say goodbye to my dog. I have to sell the car I love. The Army will pack all my things, each and every meaningless thing, but I am just getting rid of special collectibles and some of my sweet stone collections because I have grown tired of packing and unpacking them. I am dismal. I am sad. This is not in my nature. I am dark. I am tired. I do not sleep. I feel anxiety. Constant lists in my mind. No energy.
But then my darling daughter makes me smile.
And then I look at a picture of an Okinawan beach.
And I get through another day.
