Getting my feet wet

I packed the first boxes today. The kitties thought that I had brought them home some new toys to play with--how sad they'll be when they find out that they will be stuck in a car for a week while we drive across country. When I was trying to decide whether I should move or not, I had so much anxiety that I didn't know what to do. Do I stay? Do I go? I should stay. I should go. No, maybe now is not the right time and I should stay. But no, thats just a cop out. I should go. And so on... There were too many factors to weigh in. In the end, I stopped stressing and started listening to the clues I was being given. And, the Universe told me that it was definitely time to go. So I am, and I don't feel bad about it in the slightest. Its funny how it only takes an actual commitment for the rest to fall into place. There are a lot of things that I am going to miss about Reno, and a lot of people. But I know that this is not an ending. My wise friend Carolyn (who is currently traipsing about in South America) once told me, "Always remember--the train is the same, on the same tracks. You are just changing stations." And she is right. I'll see you at the next stop. -e