So, here I sit, in a chair, at a desk, that I haven’t occupied for a couple of months.
It is comfortable, but it isn’t home anymore.
I am *eagerly* anticipating moving into my new home. I’m going to get my address changed, I’m going to decide the furniture, the smells, the temperature, the decor (for the most part). I will have an environment that I can spread out into. I’ve always shared space with someone else. Even with the new home, I’m going to be sharing a building with someone else because it is a town house. But it will be better than anything I’ve ever had. Some day, I’m going to have a home where all of the space is filled only by me. If only for even a little while, my energy will have full expansion. I’m really looking forward to that.
It is a bit chilly up here. It is unoccupied, so it doesn’t get much heat. It is the first house I remember, but I don’t have any mushy feelings about leaving it behind. It is time for me to go. I’ve got so much to do in my life and I can’t stay here and do it. So I have to let this go. I’m attached, but not to the extent that it will keep me here. I’ve got to let this place go. Love it as much as I do, I’ve got to go.
This is going to be a week with friends, family, and memories. Next Christmas will be different. (Technically, each Christmas is different, but that’s a metaphysical point. set aside) So I will be saying hi and bye to so many people and things. Some I will never share energy with again. Not here and not like this. I may never sit in this chair, at this desk, looking out this window ever again.
And I’m ok with that.