Near

It's strange to near a change of something. Getting closer to the end of the way things are and to the start of something new. When you're not quite there yet but not quite here either. When you're suspended in between and pulled in both directions. A sense of fear and excitement and foreboding and curiosity of the next and the unknown. A trepidation of a wrong choice made or a path that cannot be walked back.

But there is a joy in nearing the end, noticing the last moments to 'take it in'. To experience just a little more deeply before the change.

I wonder what the change will bring, as I near it.