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Even while I typed the title to this post, I caught up to the fact that even when it feels that we are all that we have in any given moment, that we are cradled in the arms of the Universe or surrounded by the love of those far away.  We are most likely never truly all alone nor all that we have.  Our emotions can tell us that we are totally alone.  I know this, too, as a fact because that is what exactly what my heart and gut felt earlier this afternoon when my daughter turned and walked away pulling her suitcase and disappeared through the hotel lobby door.  At that moment, I most certainly felt bereft and inconsolable.

And now here a few hours later and I am gathering my knowing, calling upon my faith and praying.  Hard.  Dear Universal Powers That Be.  Dear spirit of Annie Rosa Lee Dog.  Dear Guardian Angels.  Dear Whomever or Whatever Help Outside of Myself ~ Please be here with me right now.  Please help me locate and hold onto my own inner strength, faith and hard earned life wisdom.  Please help me know that I am being cradled, soothed and comforted in my hours of need.

Tomorrow holds yet more unknowns and new-to-me demands.  And I am alone, at least physically.  Loved ones are far away and I feel their absence mightily.

If I owned the perfect GPS, I hope it would direct me to my New Home.  Because I am without a home and want a place to puff up my not yet purchased inflatable bed.  So I can rest my weary body and perhaps turn off my over-processing mind.

Today I discovered that the address that I had thought belonged to my new place of employment, which was the address I have centered my rental search around, hoping to find a place close to or within walking distance of, is not even the address where I will be working.  It was instead, the administrative office address ~ 15 minutes away from where I will actually be showing up for work 5 days per week.  Fifteen minutes.  Not many minutes.  Unless those minutes are on a freeway or located on twisty twiney roads.

I am ready to find and secure my new-to-me home.

Please GPS, point me in the right direction.

We arrived today early afternoon to this hoped-to-be-my-new-home, land.  My daughter and I.  The two of us after having braved the 3,000+ mile drive south from the Land of the Last Frontier aka Land of the Mostly Frozen and Dark.  Yes.  The two of us, mother and daughter, drove my car who goes by the name of Little Guy aka LG, down the oft times twisty twiney highway from Alaska to the Land of Sunshine & Current Drought.  This drive encompassed 6 calendar days with daily drive times between 10-13 hours, through sun, high wind, rain, snow, sleet, hail, fog, smoke, thunder and lightening.  The terrain was breathtaking and wild animals ~ bunnies, bison, black bear, moose, elk, deer, porcupine, skunk ~ as well as domestic animals ~ sheep, goats, cows, horses, donkeys ~ were abundant.

My daughter will depart on Tuesday and I will stay, here.  Alone.

But between now and then, I have this Daughter of Mine with me for two whole days.  Two additional days.  And you can bet that I will be cherishing ~ savoring ~ every one of those moments.  I will also be benefiting from her support while I feverishly search for a rental.

Let the games continue.  And dear Universe, please help me enjoy this game.

That’s how my heart and general chest area feel right now.  Clenched.  Like it’s being squeezed in a vice grip causing shallow breathing, furrowed brow and a paralysis of my body, mind and spirit.  Fear.  So palpable.  And even with all the sayings about fear not being real or what we fear is really nothing but our projections of reality, which are not real ~ even with all of that ~ I sit in fear this moment.  The moments have strung together for some days and weeks now with occasional respites of sleep, although of the troubled sort, and temporary bouts of trust and faith in Universal goodness and my own capabilities.  Mostly, I have been locked in a clenched position for some time.

In less than a week I plan on being on the road heading south.  Away from my current every day life, job, family, friends and familiar surroundings.  I am choosing this move.  I am not being sent away to a prison facility against my will.  This is an adventure, another chapter in the life of me.  A chance to begin anew.  Even knowing that all of this is true, my chest remains clenched.  Breath, shallow.

Oh faith, please return.  Breathe deep.  And again.

We think we know.  We swear we know.  We know we know.  And yet we don’t know a damned thing.

At least I know at this point in my life that I don’t know nothing about nothing and that I am merely a student on this Earth Plane.  As I prepare to leave everything that I have known and strike out on another Highway of Life Road, all by myself with just me, myself and I as a constant companion, I truly mean it when I say ~ I know nothing.

Today, as I culled through box after box of ‘important’ paperwork, journals, calendars, memorabilia, tax returns, job evaluations, graduate research, graduate papers, recipes, photographs, a lifetime of letters, cards (birthday, congratulations, condolences and holidays), car titles, car repairs, rental applications, adoption research, book proposals, undergraduate papers and evaluations and art proposals ~ I couldn’t help but think, Oh My God.  OMGosh, I did all of this?  And immediately, OMGosh, this is all there is to a life of many years?

Because for all that I have attempted, achieved, failed to fulfill ~ what I have (or had) were boxes and boxes of paper.

My shared apartment dumpster is full.  To the brim.

Yes. When coming up on the “Y” in the road, run; as fast as your legs or your motorized vehicle can take you.  But first one must blast themselves past or at least out of the paralysis or quick sand or vice grip that has them frozen in time and space.  That is, if one is akin to me.

I am preparing to begin anew.  Starting all over.  Again.  And yet it’s all brand new because I have never started over in quite the same fashion that I am now.  I am moving out of state to begin a new job.  I am leaving behind my family, my friends, my soon to be former work colleagues, 99% of my material belongings, my comfort zone and my current geographic surroundings, which for all intents and purposes are pretty dang astounding.

I have done all of the above or the aforementioned, before.  And yet, not quite like this.  The differences being = I am older in age; not tethered or anchored to a primary partner; and, the biggest difference is the intention fueling these changes.  I am choosing for the very first time in my life to put down roots and grow a life, both personally and professionally, in my new home state.  More specifically, my intention is to actually live, thrive, contribute and build a full and satisfying life where I land.  In other words, this intentional move is HUGE.

When are all of these changes occurring?  Right now, baby.  Right now.

Run.

That is after I locate the match or lighter to ignite the bundle of dynamite required to blast myself into action.  Cuz this ain’t no magical thinking deal, no godmother genie gonna come up in here and sort, pack up and deliver all of my material belongings to their new homes with other folks.  Nope.  That’s all on me.  Gotta get her done and in a hurry.  Come on self.  You can do it!

Run.

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