But let me back up a bit. Just last week I was informed that the property I'm living on is being sold. And the estimated date of its appearance on the market is a swift 2 weeks away. So the time has come, yet again, to move on.
I'm immersed in a bittersweet fog now. Moving is what I wanted. What I wished for so vehemently. For my dream is to reside in a lovely beach town. In a home that's high-up with views of the ocean and a quick drive to some solid surf. All while making some dear friends. However, my home now is a dream. It's charm and mystery are undeniable, and sleeping under this roof fills me with great joy. Yet I am alone here.
And so it is with excitement and sadness that I let go of things and places and people. Or I suppose only one person. For I only have one friend here. One friend for the past 19 months of my life. One whom I will now say goodbye to, potentially forever. Am I being dramatic? Indeed, I am. But life is a drama. Just a movie. Didn't you know that?
Anyway, my thoughts are consuming my existence. And I believe life happens both inside and outside of the confines of our skulls and our homes. So I must go forth with courage into this new chapter. It's time to prepare, research, and decide. And taking action is imperative.
My first choice now is to first get rid of as many of my belongings as possible utilizing Marie Kondo's lovely methodology (I've done this so many times I may soon have nothing left). Second I will pack up everything into my car. Third, I believe I'll store the things that won't serve me on the road (rugs, stationary bicycle, boxes of books). And finally I will begin my solo journey driving around the country in search of my home.
I've done this before, driving around the country, but this time will be my first solo trek.
I'll keep you posted as I again search for food, shelter, wifi, and in addition I'll be scoring some good waves and friends too.
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