Changes

The pending move is now final. I found my tenant, a single professional who travels and came with raving references. The catch is, she needs the house by the end of the week. This means I'll be hitting the road in a few days for the latest grand adventure.

Now that I've rented my house, finished my contracts in Washington, and started networking in Dallas there isn't much to hold me back from beginning all over again in a house I'm renting with my boyfriend. We've known each other for a year and a half, and once the decision was made to start a relationship we did it knowing that at some point one of us would have to move if it was going to work. It made sense for the move to be mine. I'll be stretching my legs soon on the Oklahoma/Texas border, a far cry from the familiar.

At the moment I'm in the midst of boxes, packing away pieces of my 25 years, and making last minute preparations. It's been an emotional rollercoaster to leave this place both from relocating and trusting my gut that my romance is worth giving a chance. I've grown attached to the Seattle area and feel secure since I know I can survive here. I keep my thoughts on details of the move to keep myself together and not get carried away in overthinking this.

Sometimes I do wonder where my paths will lead, but that doesn't change my choices. I guess the journey is just as, if not more, important than the destination. I'm scared, excited, nervous, and ready to see the sunshine again.

Stay tuned...