Quotes About Transition

This could be a big mistake... but it was already happening. I was not a girl with all the information, but I knew one thing. If this was my forever, I didn't want to spend it here.

Growing up means :propelling yourself forward into whatever lies ahead, one turn of the wheel at a time.

I would have thought this would make me feel better, for once getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.

The end of a wedding reception is always so depressing. And only the bride and groom are spared, jetting off into the sunset while the rest of us wake up the next morning to just another day.

As long as you were moving, you were always going somewhere.

I just stood there, looking at her. My head was spinning, my mouth dry, and all I could think about was that I wanted to go someplace safe, someplace I could be alone and okay, and that this was impossible. My old life had changed and my new one was still in progress, altering by the second. There was nothing, nothing to depend on. And why was I surprised?

It was the best kind of love story . . . until there was an ending to it.

Then, a life was ending. Here, one was about to begin. I didn't believe in signs. But it was hard to ignore the fact that someone, somewhere, might have wanted me to go through this again and see there was another outcome.

Who would have thought that grieving and old relationship and enjoying a new one could happen simultaneously, in parallel?

There are just moments when you look up from any one place and realize, suddenly, you have no idea how you got there.

I don't want everything to change.

We would probably never be the way we had been again, but at least we were all together.

It's like forever, always changing.

If this was my forever, I didn't want to spend another second of it here.

You need a third option, he said. Yeah. I guess i do. He nodded, absorbing this. Well, he said,For what it's worth, it's been my experience that they don't appear at first. You kind of have to look a little more closely. And when does that happen? He shugged. When you're ready to see them, I guess.

But that's just the thing thought. Family isn't something that is supposed to be static or set. People marry in, divorce out. They're born, they die. It's always evolving, turning into something else. Even that picture of James's family was only the true representation for that day. By the next, something has probably changed. It had to.

It doesn't matter whether you're the one having to douse a flame or helplessly watching it sputter. Either way, it goes out eventually.

So I pulled back from everything and everyone I'd known....I realized I'd been changing even before we started moving,that my reinvention began when I was still in the most familiar of places. Once the setting was totally new,though, I finally could be,as well.

There were so many times during those years, though, as we moved from one house to another, that I would find myself thinking about my sister. Usually it was late at night, when I couldn"t sleep, and I"d try to picture her in her dorm room forty-odd miles and a world away. I wondered if she was happy, what it was like out there. And if maybe, just maybe, she ever thought of me.

But down deeper, something I'd seen as solid-- not perfect, but solid-- was suddenly crumbling. I felt like I was falling to pieces right along with it.

So close, I thought. A shorter fence, a fatter dog, and everything would be different.

Something I had seen as slid–not perfect, but solid–was suddenly crumbling. I felt like I was falling to pieces right along with it.

More like a door being opened a tiny crack to let a sliver of light in. It wasn't enough to see clearly by, but from then on, we would never be fully in the dark again.

My father's new life was progressing as planned, one neat step at a time. And I felt it, again, that same feeling I got whenever another change or shift in my life was announced to me – selling the house, Ashley's tantrums, now the baby – that need to dig in my heels and prepare myself for the next shock and its aftermath. I was tired of hanging on, taking the torn pieces to make something whole with them.