Houston, we are at T minus 8 days and counting!
The house is about half packed up now, thanks to the extra help from my dear daughter and her beau. We've made good progress, and if we can continue on with 3-4 boxes each day it will all be packed up when the movers come.
I confess that I am experiencing 24-hour-a-day-technicolor-daydreams about my new life now. The new house, the nearby vineyards just waiting to be photographed, the new jewelry classes, the new people I'll meet. The ocean!! So excited! I'm absolutely ready to jump into those new shoes.
The last time I moved out of the bay area, the year was 1987. Yes seriously! Early on I was married and divorced to a very kind man. Just not the right kind man. After an agreeable divorce I moved to Santa Barbara to decompress and jump start my life.
Oh, I was SO happy there! But, as they say, San Luis Obispo is the new Santa Barbara!
This time around I'm leaving behind a much more seriously toxic divorce-from-hell as it lurches madly towards the finish line. Turns out he wasn't a very nice man, after all. But I have to compartmentalize all that negative stuff. Squash it into a little tiny file and close that virtual drawer. Time to get on with my life.
Soon I'll be hundreds of miles away, with my heart full of hope and new promise. Soon I'll be running around in the field, frolicking amongst the deer, the quail and the almond trees. Just the thought of that makes me smile : )
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