It occured to me today that we are always either saying goodbye to something or saying hello to something. I am calling this my “summer of leaving” as I prepare to leave the home I’ve lived in for almost three years. I thought this would be the last home I would live in, I planned on it being the last home I would ever move into, I never ever imagined I’d be leaving it. Life shift, transition, change.
Why would I leave a place I thought I’d be in forever more? Why would I give up the home I have loved since the first time I stepped into it? Why would I be willing to let this all go? Where am I going?
This summer I will chronicle my final days here…I have 57 days left before the moving truck comes to take it all away to, well I don’t even know where at this point. For me, I feel at this time, that has been the biggest piece of the leaving: I’m going and I don’t know where I’m going to. That safety net of knowing I will have a home, a place to call my own, to cook on my own stove, to decorate the way I like to decorate, to craft and create and coach my beautifully inspiring clients..I know not where I will be doing any of this.
I’m 55, I don’t know where I’m going to live, I have 57 days to find out and, for the first time in my life, I’m ok with that thought. I’m ok with the knowing of the unknown. Perhaps I’ll spend some time in a tent, perhaps a beach house close by, perhaps we’ll gather up the dogs and travel somewhere else for a while, I don’t know and, right now, I don’t care.
I wonder if I’ll feel the same way as the date gets closer.
Today, on day one of my Summer of Leaving, I’m saying goodbye to my need to have a nest to call my own right away.
