I think I’ve come to terms.
The Thule still sits on the roof of my car, my boot bag is only a few feet from the spot where I sit right now in my bedroom, and the prospect of 70-degree days on the way still gives me shivers.
If acceptance is the first step, at least I’m standing, ready to put one foot in front of the other. But that’s probably about it.
There’s bound to come a point over the next few days or weeks though when the reality definitively hits. But just let me have this for now, will you?