Moving on from the Present

I'm slowly going through all of my belongings, paring down to the essentials so I have less to move into my new place next week. I have very little, not enough for a full kitchen, which I won't have anyway, so it's perfect. I have a ton of books and no bookshelves, though, so that's still an issue. I'm going to miss my dogs like crazy. I'll have to sleep alone for the first time in a very long time, and that's scary.

I took several bags of clothing to the thrift store this afternoon. It always feels good to do that. I know I'm helping them; they're helping me; together we're helping other people. The circle of a thrifty life is a beautiful thing.

The last time I lived alone was at the beginning of my really bad depression. This new phase of my life is completely new. I'm not afraid of what-might-be. I know I'm going to be okay.

I'm excited to have my own place, my own space, but I'm going to miss my current home terribly. There will be a hole in my heart for a while without these seven people, without people knocking at my door, without always having a person when a person is desperately needed. I will also miss being that person for others. It's really nice to feel needed.

If I knew that someone would help me put my hammock up in my new backyard, I'd feel a whole lot better right now.