My Move

This has truly been a time of transformation for me. I am currently sitting on the floor, at the foot of my bed, laptop perched on a box, the closest thing I currently have to a desk. I’ll soon journey out in search of internet access, as I have not yet gotten mine up and running at my new locale. Ahh, yes. The joys of moving! And, one would think me to be a pro at this by now. After all, my mom and I took the time to count out every house I have ever lived in and this is at least my 43rd in this lifetime! Nomadic? You think? I come by it naturally. I am the fifth generation of nomadic women all the way back to my great-great-grandmother.

I had been advised that my move would take place at the end of the month, and I had trusted in that date and the knowledge that I, in my perfected procrastination would be fully prepared to move by then. So, I was surprised to learn on Friday (almost two weeks prior to my estimated move date) that circumstances dictated that I would need to move on Monday. Well, let’s just say that all logical, organization skills were shot and the move became about just getting the stuff thrown into bags and boxes. Let the chaos begin!

I have learned to organize some “must have’s” into bags which then go into the front of my car. Practical items such as paper towels/toilet paper, a sponge, all-purpose cleaner, a towel, washcloth, and those sorts of things. But, I also make certain that I’ll have what I need to care for and rejuvenate myself, such as bubble bath, an essential oil (lavender for relaxation is my favorite) and of course, a cup, tea bags, sugar and a spoon. Must have tea!

I tried to set aside my sadness at leaving the house that had served me so well and its magnificent yard with its palms, roses, and hummingbirds I loved so, and in which I had taken such pleasure, to focus upon what my new abode had to offer. The first thing that I experienced is the tremendous energy differences. I have moved much closer to metropolis and boy can I ever feel it! And speaking of energies, I am unwilling to live with the old, and possibly negative ones left behind. So, I took the sage out of my purse and moved from room to room, lovingly smudging the house. (I highly recommend this practice.) I am fortunate to have a large patch of grass, some orange trees and an avocado tree here, so next I went outside, got barefoot and hung out on the lawn for awhile. I looked at the sky, took in some sun, and let in my new surroundings.

Now, it was time to get some unpacking done. I first chose to create a place of solace for myself, and for me, that was going to be a bathroom. I removed everything and got to cleaning. I personally am unwilling to exist with not only prior energies, but also dirt, so I scrubbed the bathroom down top to bottom: the walls, floors, door and everything in between. Then I unpacked my bathroom stuff, placed my angel decal on the mirror and viola! I now had one room that needed no work and in which I could soak in a bubble bath and restore myself. Yay!

With that completed, I went back outside to relax. That’s when I found the swing! It was exactly like the one my grandmother always had in her yard. A place to kick off your shoes, sit by yourself or loved ones and just chill. I rocked myself back and forth and looked up at the sky. I thought of the supportive note my girlfriend had recently sent me, which said, “Don’t forget that home is where you are.” That’s when I saw it! A hummingbird! I laughed to myself with the realization that I was indeed home.