Moving

I am sitting at my desk in my office. It is moving week here and things are a little chaotic to say the least. I find it important to sit and reflect when leaving one space to go to another.  A lot has happened at this desk and in this space.
When I got here, I was the mother of a high school student and very busy athlete. Our weekends were full of tournaments and family events and school activities. Today, I am the mother of a college student. Our days aren't quite as busy but we are doing different things. I came to this desk the day after graduation and finally cried about my daughter growing up. The time didn't come until I got back here the day after it was all over and I finally had a minute to myself to realize what had just happened.
I was at this desk when Michael Jackson died, when Obama won the election and when he was inaugurated.  I was here when the housing market crashed in '08 and through (I think) 3 different iPhone models.
I planned my trip to Europe from this desk and then came back here and sat dreamily, wishing that I didn't have to come back. I got back together with a boyfriend, only to break-up again and then sat here for a while thinking about his new stupid, ugly girlfriend and their wedding that happend last February.  I sent my daughter to college, which wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be. But she wasn't very far away. In my new space, I'm going to be sending her to California. I'm guessing that will be a little bit harder.
I started dancing again and I learned how to decorate cakes. 
People have died, children have been born, friends have come and gone.  This has been a nice place and a lot of really great things, and a few sad things, have happened here.  The new space is bound to be a new adventure.  Our building was built before Washington was a State and it has a lot of character.  I get to look out my window and watch the Elks building transform into a new Tacoma destination.  In the next five years I could get married, or Taylor could.  I could sell my house and move to California. My parents may sell my childhood home and I may never go there again. I feel nervous about the next five years for some reason...but will head in with good thoughts.  At the end of the day...isn't that what we are here for - The next adventure?  Here we go!