It has been three weeks since I last posted to this blog—almost a month since I had an hour’s time to reflect on life and the lessons it has been offering me, and share them with the rest of you. It isn’t that I haven’t been getting my lessons. Trust me, they have been coming. I just have been so swamped with life and doing my best to keep my head above water in the process of living that there wasn’t much time to compose my reflections and put them online. Albeit, a bit belated, here is what I have learned in the last month or so:
Every property manager I interviewed this spring suggested that I move out of my house for a few weeks. They thought it would rent best if the house were as free of furniture, decorations and personal effects as possible. Potential tenants would most appreciate a blank canvas when they viewed the house, so that they could imagine themselves and their own belongings in it. I was fine with that plan, and agreed to move out by the end of May. I began sorting through my possessions in March, deciding what to keep, what to sell, and what to give away. I hoped the realtor would be able to show and rent the house out in June before I took off for California.
I drove 756 miles over the four-day holiday weekend to spend time with my family in North Carolina. First, I headed to my godparents' home in High Point. Then I made the eastward trek across the state to Tarboro, where my aunt and uncle live. These are my father's people, and I spend a lot less time with them than with my mother's relatives. I knew I owed them a visit before I moved to the West Coast. My relatives were very gracious and extended their Southern hospitality. On Monday night, I safely made it back home to DC to continue the transition. Here are the other things I am celebrating:
As overwhelmed as I feel about all that is involved with my upcoming move to California and transition to full-time graduate student, I also am incredibly grateful. The details have been working themselves out in amazing and utterly fortuitous ways. Each one of these instances of synchronicity has brought a smile to my face over the last few months, and reminded me that all is well.
It has been an emotional week. I have had moments of pure elation, followed by days of great despair. I feel unsettled, even a bit unhinged. The calm and consistent temperament I have been cultivating since my move to DC has been replaced by a moody and unpredictable disposition. These drastic mood swings have me feeling a bit cray cray.
Crystal Moore began her wellness quest in 2003 after being diagnosed with lupus. Her quest has led her to embrace yoga, faith, exercise, healthy eating, and relationships. Share her journey.