I am unsure what the future holds for me. Funny I should feel like saying that now. When are we ever sure what the future holds for us? See Grandma’s stroke above. Somehow routines and relationships give me a feeling of knowingness. In DC, I can pretend that I know what the future holds for me; for instance, eating chocolate chip cookie dough with Stephanie and dinner with Manfriend. If I were staying in DC, my money would be on those things.
This next life move is cracking those guesses-posing-as-certainties wide open. Life in Las Vegas feels unknown. How will I survive a year with no cherry blossoms, no leafy canopies, no Potomac? Life after Las Vegas is unknown. Where will a 30-year-old Sarah find a place to lay her head?