My Next Great Adventure – II

Chapter 2 – The Island of Denial

We are under contract. So that’s good.

And not so good.


One month. That’s what I have. I have one month to find our next home, pack up a life, say goodbye and start anew.

Saying goodbye.

This is the part that I am not entirely sure I can or want to do. And while there is a big part of my brain that knows that the world today is small…and made smaller by social media and technology…I also know how things change when you’re physically gone.

Before I leave, I am going to do my best to articulate my feelings to those people who have buoyed me along for some big ass years. Really. Really big ass years. All the years for my children…literally all.

But that’s just the thing. I don’t even know if I know what I’m feeling.

What am I feeling?

Yep. I am. It’s like a giant leap of faith…

Yep. It’s like a giant leap of faith…

Yep. It’s like a giant leap of faith…

I don’t really know how to say goodbye. I don’t think I will say goodbye. I think I will say bye. Or thanks. Or see ya. Or so long…but not good bye.

I have officially reached the denial stage of moving.

I am in denial.

I think I will stay here a bit. My own little island of not saying goodbye to all my new hellos.

Until I have to take that leap of faith…I think I won’t.