I have become tired of all the traffic in Orlando and the heat and humidity is wearing on me. (I have complained enough about it, you know.) And truth be told, for as long as I have lived in Florida I have never felt a sense of community, so I have always felt a little lonely. I have searched for this community ever since I moved here and have never found it. The closest I have come is my dog park friends. I figured that Florida is such a transient state, that there never truly is cohesiveness or community, it’s just what it is.
So in April I put my house up for sale, and since then I have been working toward moving. I have been packing and cleaning and clearing and purging, and I still have a lot left to do. I’ve discovered how much I can live without and how much I actually need. I have 10 pieces of clothing to wear and I have never felt more unencumbered in my life.
Let’s see how that plays out in winter in Ohio, amirite?
I’ve discovered how much crafty stuff I actually have and do I really need all that? I have come home to a near vacant house and I feel so free of the duties and obligations of all that physical stuff.
On the one hand it is all very freeing, on the other I’m nearly terrified. Change is always difficult but even more so later in life.
So I am crying and sobbing saying goodbye to my beloved dog park friends and my coworkers and my really really good friends I used to work with but have kept in touch with all these years; and I’m packing up all my crap and moving to Ohio.
I’ll talk to you on the other side.