The Final Haul

Final Haul

[frozen white rice, grass fed ground beef, thyme, rosemary, sage, power greens mix {carrots, kale, cabbage, mustard greens, beets, parsley}, blueberries, cut mango, dino kale, shallots, and vanilla coconut milk ice cream]

I’d be a horrible celebrity for the pure reason that I could never handle the rigorous press junket that they have to go through whenever they create a new movie or tv show. They get asked the same questions over and over again by different people- and despite having a stock answer for pretty much any question thrown their way- they have to act like they’ve never been asked such a thoughtful and unique question before! They basically have to stop for a minute, pretend to really think about answer, before eventually giving their thoughtfully curated response. It looks exhausting.

Whenever something major happens in my life, I feel like I’m on one of these press junkets. People ask you all the questions! And they’re usually pretty similar in nature. The one I’ve been getting a least once a day is: what are you going to miss the most about DC? Unlike a well trained celeb, I can’t pretend this is the first time this question is being asked. I know my answer and I have it down pat.

It’s my daily routine. That’s what I’m going to miss the most. My day to day life that I’ve tailored so well to be exactly what I want it to be. I’ve lived on my own for quite some time now in this city and its going to be the hardest for me to say goodbye to everything that is familiar and known.

I had gotten so used to saying this response that it had lost a bit of its emotional accompaniment. It used to make me really feel something to say those words, but for the past couple of weeks, it had become simply an answer to a question. I’m all yeah yeah its weird that I’m leaving, I don’t want to think about it anymore, I just want to go and be excited about the future and not nostalgic about what was.

This weekend, however, my answer hit me upside the head so hard while I was grocery shopping of all things. Grocery shopping is something I do every week. It’s something I really love doing. I walk to the grocery store, fill my cart with all the things I love, and walk back home to my apartment. It’s something simple that I enjoy, but that will no longer be quite like it has been.

I was at the store, my list was pretty short (I’m only making breakfast and snacks for myself these days), and I realized- woah this is it. I can’t get extra food or pick up things that I might throw into dishes during the week- I really won’t be cooking anymore here.

It was a strange feeling.

For as much as I’ve been saying that I’ll miss my daily routine, I sort of lost the truth in that statement. And this weekend I remembered why that was my answer to begin with. I felt like I parted ways with what has been familiar and known this weekend.

And now every day is quite far from my daily routine, up in the air, all over the place, new, different, weird… but also exciting. The countdown is really on now.

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