Yesterday, three young men arrived and rapidly carried all our posessions to a U-Haul truck, left, and just as rapidly unloaded them into a storage unit. It was tough to see it go–our comfy furniture, knickknacks I’ve accumulated from all over the world, boxes of clothes I haven’t worn consistently in years, things I bought that I just knew I needed but haven’t used but once or twice.
Now there is an empty, echoing house. Beside it is our small trailer–and I do mean small! I’m fighting off panic–have we done the right thing? Can I have a do-over? (I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted that chance in my life!)
But no … there is no go-back on this one.
I’ll adjust. I know I don’t do it well, so I need to be gentle with myself. Fortunately, my husband knows me as well, so he isn’t too wigged out by my gargantuan mood swings.
So I keep going forward. Editing and formatting for some of my clients, business coaching for others, and in between I write and market. Only my office has changed.
P.S. Did you know my book of short stories is free on Amazon for the next few days?
Casey, Best wishes. Wish I was brave. —- Keep us (me) informed. —- The world is full of Gypies and Farmers. Gypies sell stories of their travels to farmers who sell the produce of their labour. They both benefit, imagine and dream of far away places. The world turns on heads full of stories of locations, which are in reality someones home.
How lovely! Thank you!