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It has been two weeks and two days since I returned from my exploratory trip to California. My intention in taking that trip was two fold: 1- to escape the cold of Virginia/have a vacation, 2- to see how I felt out there... to try "California on" post divorce. During my entire week's visit, I walked a foot off the ground, so happy was I to be there. Without a doubt, I received my answer and immediately began dreaming how I could move to Santa Monica. Immediately.
There were so many considerations! How would I get out of my apartment lease six months early? What would I do about my leased vehicle, already at it's allotted mileage, thus about to start costing me more money to pay for the overage. How much does it cost to move across the country? And then the REALLY big questions: How does one move across the continent, find employment, and a place to live? On my return flight to Virginia, I formulated and committed my action plan in writing and have since worked the plan, reviewed the plan, revised the plan, and worked the plan. And it is happening!
Tonight I sit in my nearly vacant apartment, astounded. The last large piece of furniture, my bed, was purchased and taken away today. For the first time, with the exodus of my beloved bed, my "nest," I feel a wee frightened and vulnerable. This is it. No turning back now. I must continue to move forward.
In two weeks time, I have sub-let my apartment, sold all of my furniture and possessions (save a few dear keepsakes and scrapbooks), cut my wardrobe in half, given notice to my clients, and purchased a new car to drive across the continent! Oh! And I did successfully secure a position in Santa Monica! I say thank you.
There were so many considerations! How would I get out of my apartment lease six months early? What would I do about my leased vehicle, already at it's allotted mileage, thus about to start costing me more money to pay for the overage. How much does it cost to move across the country? And then the REALLY big questions: How does one move across the continent, find employment, and a place to live? On my return flight to Virginia, I formulated and committed my action plan in writing and have since worked the plan, reviewed the plan, revised the plan, and worked the plan. And it is happening!
Tonight I sit in my nearly vacant apartment, astounded. The last large piece of furniture, my bed, was purchased and taken away today. For the first time, with the exodus of my beloved bed, my "nest," I feel a wee frightened and vulnerable. This is it. No turning back now. I must continue to move forward.
In two weeks time, I have sub-let my apartment, sold all of my furniture and possessions (save a few dear keepsakes and scrapbooks), cut my wardrobe in half, given notice to my clients, and purchased a new car to drive across the continent! Oh! And I did successfully secure a position in Santa Monica! I say thank you.
We who remain in Virginia will miss you, so you had better keep in touch!!!
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