I feel like after the very last bounce I took on a trampoline, someone switched off the earth's gravity, and now I'm flying through space.
I always knew I was from outer space. When I was 5, I wanted to be an astronaut.
Transitioning is weird for me because I didn't know or UNDERSTAND that it was possible until I was 32. Then when I finally worked up the guts to watch someone FTM on youtube, I lost my marbles and scheduled my intake at the gender clinic 2 days later. (I read about transitioning for a long time, but couldn't bring myself to actually watch a real person speak while I wrestled with questioning.)
I know it's right, but I don't have any other trans people in my life. I think it freaks out my brain because I don't have any precedents or points of reference.
Life feels really uncertain, but I'm finally getting used to the idea that whatever happens, I will be okay (and also more good than bad is going to happen). Getting all the legal/social transition out of the way has been an immense weight off my shoulders, too.
The weirdest part to me, honestly, is that transitioning is not weird. This is the person that I've been the entire time. I think it's weird how I have been invisible my entire life, stuck in a body that wasn't mine, and no one could see me, recognize me, or properly connect with me because of it. I've been unconsciously grasping at the reflection I couldn't see since I hit puberty in the form of partners, fictional escapism, and posters on my wall.
It makes me think of that moment in the Matrix when Morpheus tells Neo, "This is your residual self-image."
Being the ghost in your own life - it doesn't get any weirder than that. Glad it's coming to an end.