I've always thrown myself headlong into my projects and plans, deciding that I'd figure it out as I went along. That's probably why my life does not yet resemble what I envision it should be.
So, when I decided to uproot myself again and stake a claim on the prairies, I vowed that I would be smart about it. I would take at least a year to plan it all out, to declutter my living space and in doing so my soul, and to clearly identify what I would not compromise on this time and what I had to let go.
I've done all that. I'm ready. I'm beyond ready. I can't wait to own my own home again now that I know exactly what that home should look like (hint: there would be a Chambers 1930's gas range in the kitchen and land as far as the eye can see from the window above the sink). I can't wait to get involved with a community again, to fall into habits again, to befriend people. I'm ready to retry my hand at putting down roots.
Fall can't come soon enough.
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."