My Move – Fall 2020

I have moved.  Again.

It never fails.  Every time I start over with the promise that this is the last time, the Universe takes great pleasure in proving me wrong. 

I have moved.  Again.  

During the winter of 2019, I realized that the upkeep of a home, especially the outdoors, had become a challenge.  Performing activities such as gardening or transporting heavy outdoor equipments had become painful ever since my back injury suffered in the spring.   It is no secret that good dependable handymen are hard to come by.  And the minute you stumble upon that one gem you’ve been looking for, for what feels like a lifetime, you come to find out that he is moving to Florida with his family or quitting the business to retire from manual work. This situation worsens during the winter.  The performance of the company I had selected off the internet to plow the driveway and narrow path to the house was just sad and pitiful.  

Everyone who had visited me knows how much I loved my bungalow.  My little doll house had been acquired at a very sensitive time in the history of our family.  Fresh from a painful and bitter separation, my two children and I found our new home to be our sanctuary and healing place.  Our first Christmas in The Woods generated memories that cemented us as a family and consecrated us as survivors.  The place was a warm cocoon where only love, compassion, and understanding were allowed to grow and flourish.  By the time, my children left the nest, they were ready to embrace a life of their own and felt sturdy enough to deploy their wings and fly elsewhere, strong from the knowledge that home is where the heart is and where we can transform pain into redemption and transmute hurt into resilience.  

And the time had come to move, now that I, too, had grown strong and was ready to embrace new beginnings. 

The time had come to celebrate this new stage of life and make the most of it by clearing my life of hubris and unneeded activities to concentrate on what matters most to me.  I still needed the peace and quiet solitude offered by nature and only found in the outdoors and my new place had to provide.   I had my criteria for the new place firmly ensconced in my head and documented on paper: A beautiful kitchen, an office space that can be closed off when not in use, an open space for entertainment and more importantly, a neighborhood full of mature trees, a porch, deck or veranda where I would spend most of my free time whenever the weather allowed.  

I knew deep in my heat that synchronicity and my power of manifestation would guide me in finding the right place.  I would feel it deep in my gut when I would stumble upon the place that was made “just for me” and where I could bring my vision to life.  

I started my journey in search of my new sanctuary in the fall of 2020 and in less than a week, found the condominium of my dreams.   Strongly encouraged by my agent to consider the neighborhood, I grudgingly accepted for I had my mind set on another area of the region.  After experiencing a rebuttal of my first offer and learning to be more flexible as a result, I met her one evening to take a look at one of the units that was for sale.  I liked it a lot and was ready to make an offer, but was late by 30 minutes.  Dejected, I was on my way home when my realtor called to ask me to turn around: a new listing had just popped up on her phone and she wanted me to be the first to see it.  

I had liked the unit I had just visited, but this one, I loved.  It had everything I wanted and the rest could be worked on if so desired.  I made an offer that same night and two days later the sellers and I were all set and I proceeded with my loan application.  It was exactly one day shy of one week from the beginning of my search.  

I had made the right choice.  During one of my visits to my soon to be neighborhood, I encountered a group of wild turkeys that were majestically strolling through the streets oblivious to the presence of a few cars waiting for them to finish crossing the street.  In the background was the noise of the fall cleanup crew blowing the leaves that blanketed the ground from the mature trees that dot the entire neighborhood.  The noise was music to my ear:  it reminded me that someone else was responsible for the heavy yard work.  Pure Joy!

I have been in the new house since mid-December and it has taken me close to 3 months to start feeling at home.  I had to be patient and remind myself that moving is one of the major stressors and disruptors in our lives and I loved my new place and my new neighborhood.  Further, I had moved on my own volition through the exercise of my own will and abilities. This was my choice.  A choice that eliminates inconveniences from my life and frees me for more walks, more reading, writing and sewing time; these activities that bring me joy.  This is another turn in My Journey where I actively take the steps to bring about peace, serenity, joy to my life and free myself to pursue new purposeful endeavors.  

And I am loving it!

As long as I have my wits about me and before others feel it necessary to act on my behalf supposedly for my own good (wink, wink the children), and my choices are not an imposition on someone else, I am determined to make decisions that contribute to making the most of the moment I am in.  If anything else, 2020 has thought us the necessity to live in the moment and live a full life.  I am not waiting for tomorrow.