So, I made my move to Texas. I did it. I decided. Announced it. And activated it into reality.
It’s been a whirlwind and yet at the same time, seemingly easy, breezy.
I had help and it all worked out. It always does.
I drove Big Bertha (My 15′ U-Haul) like a boss, from California.
This move is far different from my original move from Florida to California.
I now see that California was just a hub. A place to heal. And a dream deserving of being fully honored and explored. A right of passage. A gateway to the future that has turned into the now. This very moment in this very space. In my new place. Currently decorated in boxes and piles, patiently awaiting their proper placement.
I still can’t believe I’m here. Sitting on my Papason chair writing this musing while staring out at the beautiful landscape I now get to call my backyard. Soaking in gratitude along with a stunning view of another epic sunset. One of many I’ll get to take in as the sun blows kisses to the day, bidding it adieu as it hands it off to the moon.
Many moons ago I had a much different life. One I never dreamed would look like this.
And here I sit with a perma-grin plastered across my face as bright and expansive as the illuminated pink sky.
This view is the same one I envisioned when praying for my next place to ground. A quiet space with an atmosphere and environment pleasing to my senses. One that would become my muse for my writing projects. I never thought it would be in Texas though… And I love it here. I already really love it here…
The “High on Life” Coach