Shit is getting very real, very quickly.
I did this piece a few days ago but haven't had time to post it. We're two weeks away from moving and I have only a week left at FPG.
Everything is becoming bittersweet. Part of me says "good riddance" but the other is basically a puddle of anxiety, sadness, and a dash of fear. Deep down I tell myself everything is going to be okay, but what if it's not? Things don't always turn out okay. But I know this is something I have to do. And I keep telling myself that so many people (on a daily basis) leave their hometown and move to places unknown. I happen to be one of them now, and regardless of how it all plays out I know this is what's best for me right now.
I'm calling this piece "Instagram made me do it" since the colors are almost spot of (and you know me, this was actually accidental). It just really fits with the situation I'm currently in. When instagram first published their new logo, I was livid. I hated the simplicity, I hated the break from the traditional, I even hated the color scheme (guess I got over that!) But in essence, I hated the change. I hated not having that feeling of familiarity. And I think that's a big part of what I'm feeling now toward the moving situation. There's nothing tangible that I can assign my fears and worries to, but since it involves change, I'm resisting.