It’s not about me. But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt.

It’s not about me. It’s not about me. It’s not about me.

I keep telling myself that, but it doesn’t make this any easier.

Things are changing too fast.

In the past four weeks

My grandmother died.

My parents who live with my grandmother now have to decide what to do. And what to do probably means moving away.

Someone very close to me is making a big life change. And that probably means moving away.

Someone else very close to me is making another big life change. And that definitely means moving away.

These have nothing to do with me directly, but they affect me very directly.

And it’s not about me. But that doesn’t make it hurt any less.