It’s my last night in the house. It’s empty now so it isn’t really my home any more. My things have been tucked in for a nap in a cozy new place. This house has been a lovely home and I wish it a happy new life with the family moving in – filled with happiness and laughter and love.
My last two weeks have been spent packing and moving my things to a large storage unit (and several other places). I’ve been so rushed I haven’t had time to take in the enormity of the changes in my life.
A month ago I gave my notice and since then I’ve left a nearly 21-year job, loved my best friend through the end of her canine life, worked to sell two houses, and packed up my life in boxes while preparing for a long distance motorcycle trip. The physical process is accompanied by emotional, spiritual and mental processes. Learning to let go of old habits and start to shift my priorities just slightly, almost imperceptibly to me and certainly so to others.
Maybe it’s been better I not think about the things I’m doing and the journey ahead. I’d be more scared than I already am and I might have decided against it. Better not to think, just have faith and go forward.
Here’s to living in the moment and to riding out of my comfort zone.