Well, today's the day. I officially move out of Miami. Yesterday, the movers came and picked up my stuff...hoping that all will go smoothly and trying not to have too much anxiety about it! As Kyra would say, "It's what it is!" I've been learning how to take on step at a time, reminding me of that silly claymation movie I love sooooo much. "Santa Claus Is Coming to Town"...haha! A young Santa sings an inspirational song to the Abominal Snowman about "Putting One Foot In Front of the Other". I have actually been singing that song to myself a lot recently. It's amazing the things we remember from our childhood. I used to laugh so much about that song, but it actually perfectly applies to my life at the moment!
Anyways, here we goooooooo!! Off to Chambersburg to see my lovey and then we'll take it from there. Hopefully, I'll be able to time it right and arrive around the same time as my boxes and furniture in Montreal. And MAYBE find a decently priced flight along with that:)
Just a quick update, but I must finish this book sitting next to me right now so I can leave it here...my luggage is stuffed to the brim!!!
Bon voyage!
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
Is Home Where The Heart Is?
I don't even know where to begin with this one. It's been awhile, but things seem to move sooo slowly right now!
Something interesting. So last week, as with the rest of what seems to be my life right now, I was trying to decide what to do with this weird month that I have to myself. Being that I am moving to Canada in one month, my options are somewhat limited. Time is not an issue ...for once. Money is! Go figure...after exhausting what I think to be every option possible, it's going to cost me a crazy amount of money to move up there. I keep telling myself, it's OK. I'm moving up there to do what I've dreamt of doing this whole year. It's just difficult to pack my life up in boxes and prepare for what WILL be the coldest winter of my entire life! Needless to say, I'm freaking out just a little bit. Not to mention, I'm leaving my favorite soul mate....don't worry, Pete knows what I mean. :)
However, this was my decision so I plan to follow it through. I'm trying not to get overwhelmed, but being the typical vitamin B-deficient woman I am, it's easy to get stressed out. This would probably be the reason for my long hiatus from this website. Not that anyone is really reading this anyways;)
So here I was in my Miami, sitting on my calendar of events and notebook/diary of travel notes I've taken. Mom's here, Dad's there. Richel's wedding's here, and Laguna Dance Theatre's 25th Anniversary Gala is there. Pete's show is here, and his teaching schedule is there. My head is here, but my heart is there...my heart may be there, but my money is WHERE? Yikes, this was a mess. I still am trying to sift through everything. I wish I had the finances and schedule to do everything...or at least be in two places at one time. Can someone work on that please?
One morning, I woke up and decided to throw up a small prayer. "God, maybe you can give me an answer as to what I should do with myself ...by tonight?" Low and behold, by that evening I'd decided to drive up to Georgia to visit Mom for a little over a week. Being in a house full of boxes (sorry to Kyra) was pushing the stress level up and maybe it would help to be away from it all and try to think clearly while sleeping in my childhood bed and having my mom's amazing yellow lab at my feet all day. I think she knew I just wrote that, because she just lifted to her head to show me some special puppy love.
So obviously, I made it up here to Georgia. I've been here for a few days and have about a week left. Pete drove up with me and he took the train up to Chambersburg on Saturday to visit his mom. He'll come back down next week and we'll head home to Miami. That's a weird concept. I've noticed that I call numerous places home since I've moved from California when I was sixteen. Georgia's home...cuz of Mom. :) California will always be home from growing up, and I still got the rest of my amazing family there. Miami is what I think I'll call my original home. That was the first city I truly made MY home in. I had my first apartment there all to myself...no roommates. That's when it became serious. After being there for eight years, I've grown to love this place immensely. There's a sense of oneness I feel waking up early (when I actually do) and walk down the street to get my coffee or when I'm at the beach. It's home for me. I think I'll definitely be back at some point in my life. I still dream about opening a holistic health center there...if I find someone who could show me the business tricks of the trade. :) Not necessarily my cup of tea...maybe I'll start by working in one and see how that goes;)
There is this sense of urgency upon me as I'm desperately trying to finalize my moving plans. I just want to get there and get this move all over with. Get settled. Become acquainted with my new home. But on the other hand, I'm definitely freaking out about leaving the ones I love. I know, thanks to my conversations with Mark, that we have to let go of this sense of ownership. This sense of mine. Those people will always be there, I know. But it has been awhile since I've moved to a new place where I don't know hardly anyone. I know I'll be fine because I have been before, but I'm still extremely nervous about it. I'm moving from sun and beach, to cold and snow. From a place where EVERYONE wants to come visit me and the tropics, to a place where everyone's first comment is "Oh, it's FREEZING up there!" Will I be alone all winter? Should I brace myself for a long winter of hibernating and missing my family and friends? The hardest part is that I know I'm not going to make it out to California to see my family once more before I leave. Airfare is outrageous and the timing is just not good. (So I guess that little bit I mentioned about time up there was a wash.) Preparing for this move is definitely time-consuming and so is a trip to the west coast. A week is the minimum amount of time that seems to work out there seeing everyone and all that jazz. But that's almost too much to ask at this point. So I suppose I just need to suck it up and if it's meant to be, I'll travel out there when I can and maybe I'll have a few visitors along the way too.
So far I've only had one anxiety dream about starting a new job in Montreal. Not too bad eh? Well, I'm surprised by myself! In the meantime I'm moving forward with my studies, doing a bit of yoga, reading one book after another, doing this insanely strong cleanse, cooking up a storm, and getting closer and closer to learning french...hopefully.
C'est la vie!
Something interesting. So last week, as with the rest of what seems to be my life right now, I was trying to decide what to do with this weird month that I have to myself. Being that I am moving to Canada in one month, my options are somewhat limited. Time is not an issue ...for once. Money is! Go figure...after exhausting what I think to be every option possible, it's going to cost me a crazy amount of money to move up there. I keep telling myself, it's OK. I'm moving up there to do what I've dreamt of doing this whole year. It's just difficult to pack my life up in boxes and prepare for what WILL be the coldest winter of my entire life! Needless to say, I'm freaking out just a little bit. Not to mention, I'm leaving my favorite soul mate....don't worry, Pete knows what I mean. :)
However, this was my decision so I plan to follow it through. I'm trying not to get overwhelmed, but being the typical vitamin B-deficient woman I am, it's easy to get stressed out. This would probably be the reason for my long hiatus from this website. Not that anyone is really reading this anyways;)
So here I was in my Miami, sitting on my calendar of events and notebook/diary of travel notes I've taken. Mom's here, Dad's there. Richel's wedding's here, and Laguna Dance Theatre's 25th Anniversary Gala is there. Pete's show is here, and his teaching schedule is there. My head is here, but my heart is there...my heart may be there, but my money is WHERE? Yikes, this was a mess. I still am trying to sift through everything. I wish I had the finances and schedule to do everything...or at least be in two places at one time. Can someone work on that please?
One morning, I woke up and decided to throw up a small prayer. "God, maybe you can give me an answer as to what I should do with myself ...by tonight?" Low and behold, by that evening I'd decided to drive up to Georgia to visit Mom for a little over a week. Being in a house full of boxes (sorry to Kyra) was pushing the stress level up and maybe it would help to be away from it all and try to think clearly while sleeping in my childhood bed and having my mom's amazing yellow lab at my feet all day. I think she knew I just wrote that, because she just lifted to her head to show me some special puppy love.
So obviously, I made it up here to Georgia. I've been here for a few days and have about a week left. Pete drove up with me and he took the train up to Chambersburg on Saturday to visit his mom. He'll come back down next week and we'll head home to Miami. That's a weird concept. I've noticed that I call numerous places home since I've moved from California when I was sixteen. Georgia's home...cuz of Mom. :) California will always be home from growing up, and I still got the rest of my amazing family there. Miami is what I think I'll call my original home. That was the first city I truly made MY home in. I had my first apartment there all to myself...no roommates. That's when it became serious. After being there for eight years, I've grown to love this place immensely. There's a sense of oneness I feel waking up early (when I actually do) and walk down the street to get my coffee or when I'm at the beach. It's home for me. I think I'll definitely be back at some point in my life. I still dream about opening a holistic health center there...if I find someone who could show me the business tricks of the trade. :) Not necessarily my cup of tea...maybe I'll start by working in one and see how that goes;)
There is this sense of urgency upon me as I'm desperately trying to finalize my moving plans. I just want to get there and get this move all over with. Get settled. Become acquainted with my new home. But on the other hand, I'm definitely freaking out about leaving the ones I love. I know, thanks to my conversations with Mark, that we have to let go of this sense of ownership. This sense of mine. Those people will always be there, I know. But it has been awhile since I've moved to a new place where I don't know hardly anyone. I know I'll be fine because I have been before, but I'm still extremely nervous about it. I'm moving from sun and beach, to cold and snow. From a place where EVERYONE wants to come visit me and the tropics, to a place where everyone's first comment is "Oh, it's FREEZING up there!" Will I be alone all winter? Should I brace myself for a long winter of hibernating and missing my family and friends? The hardest part is that I know I'm not going to make it out to California to see my family once more before I leave. Airfare is outrageous and the timing is just not good. (So I guess that little bit I mentioned about time up there was a wash.) Preparing for this move is definitely time-consuming and so is a trip to the west coast. A week is the minimum amount of time that seems to work out there seeing everyone and all that jazz. But that's almost too much to ask at this point. So I suppose I just need to suck it up and if it's meant to be, I'll travel out there when I can and maybe I'll have a few visitors along the way too.
So far I've only had one anxiety dream about starting a new job in Montreal. Not too bad eh? Well, I'm surprised by myself! In the meantime I'm moving forward with my studies, doing a bit of yoga, reading one book after another, doing this insanely strong cleanse, cooking up a storm, and getting closer and closer to learning french...hopefully.
C'est la vie!
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