Our story is moving along, slow but sure.
Speaking of moving, I’ve moved out. My apartment, my home for the last four years, is officially vacant. I’m going to miss that place; it provided so much comfort and peace to me over the years and as much as I will miss it, I know it’s time to move on. It’s time for a new challenge, a new adventure, and a plethora of personal growth.
Oh and it’s time to be with my guy. Indeed.
This week will be spent trying to get my address changed for the little while that I have left here in the states, calling miscellaneous companies to get things switched out of my name, going to the bank (so often so that I think maybe my address should actually be my bank address), getting my biometrics testing out of the way, communicating and orchestrating with the international moving company to not only pick up my things but deliver them safely to their final destination 4,000 miles away, and lastly I need to get the rest of my belongings (why do we need so much stuff?) out of my car as it currently looks like I live in there.
It’s a lot.
The great thing is, moving out of my place is checked off the list and that’s a huge relief. I have been richly blessed with an amazing support system, both near and far and I couldn’t have achieved moving out of my place without the help, support, love, and hugs of so many. What a trip.
For the next month I will crash at my best friend’s house, complete the final preparations for Ramone to become an international doggy sensation, and spend as much time as I can with all those I love here in Minnesota. The great thing about being here in the states a bit longer than originally planned is that I am able to spend Easter with my family, many of whom I haven’t seen since Thanksgiving.
That fact further proves to me that there are so many reasons why things do not always go the way we plan, no matter how hard we try. We can do whatever is possible to check things off our list and get things accomplished, but ultimately it’s all out of our control. And for someone who enjoys control like myself, it’s been an interesting experience to say the least. Back in my younger years I thought that by now I’d know pretty much all there is to know about life; boy was I wrong. I’d say there’s one hell of a learning curve to life and I’m just getting started.