Am I doing the right thing?
I mean, I think I am…no, I KNOW I am, it’s just as I’m lying awake, mentally taking an inventory of everything I own (which will soon be everything I USED to own, since I’m literally selling it all) I find myself questioning a decision that I think – no, again, that I *KNOW*, is right. And then I remind myself that this is the right thing for me to do, the right time to do it, and that yes, I’m silly for even double guessing myself. After all, the easy thing to do would be to stay, since transporting three cats and a dog (aka, Le Grande Menagerie)2,559 miles (Thanks Google Maps!), selling my stuff, renting my house and leaving my friends is far from easy. In fact, it’s probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but yet knowing that I’m taking the hard route only reaffirms my decision to do it. My life in Atlanta for the past 5 1/2 years has been good, but I don’t want good, I want great. I don’t want complacent, I want – um, whatever the next step of complacent is. I want spectacular, and that’s what this move provides.
I’m a firm believer in the "if you ask, you shall receive" principle, since so many times I’ve seen people be very clear about what it is they want in life (or with a job, or a boy, or anything) and are surprised to find that after vocalizing their desires, they found themselves with exactly what they wanted. It’s the whole ‘Be careful what you wish for" idea, since many times, you’ll get just that. And in believing this principle, I intend to set it in action again. So, to appease my nerves and stress and make this whole ramshackle fiasco of a cross-country move in two weeks go as smoothly as possible, God/dess/Universe/Internet/Whoever is Listening, I want:
- To get the menagerie to California without inciting a ruckus on the flight (and without sending my cats to the feline loony bin)
- To get a fabulous renter/buyer for my house
- To sell everything I need to
- To get my car cross-country without ridiculous expense
- To find myself settled and happy and enjoying the "summer" months in San Francisco
Really, that shouldn’t be too much to ask, right?