Magic of Moving Day

I can’t even tell you how many times I have moved in my life.

I remember when I was getting married — I was 23 — I was so happy I was going to have and create my own home. I wanted all the things that I thought came with a home — stability, a living room, a kitchen to cook in and a big table to have company. Love, fun, children, maybe a dog, a yard…those kinds of things.

What was underneath all of that was — a soft place to land.

That was mine. That I could settle into.

I created that. It was beautiful and I loved it.

And like many creations, it changed. The story of that is for another day.

I sold my home and travelled a lot in those years. I moved a lot. I lived in different cities and many places inside of NYC.

I have recently landed in Westchester, NY and it is starting to feel like home.

I also closed out my beachhouse rental today. I rented it for the past two winters and I love love love it there so much. Being by the beach in the winter is magical.

Having moved so much over the past few years, I have gotten pretty AMAZING at it.

Today’s move out was so smooth. Probably my smoothest ever, and I have had some damned smooth ones.

I had a deadline to move out by 3pm because that was when I needed to leave to take my son to the airport to head back to South Carolina.

So I was faced with what seemed like two conflicting desires…move out of the beach house AND enjoy this day with my son.

I knew I could have both. I have trained for this my whole life.

After packing most of the stuff in the car, we took a walk to the ocean. It was glorious. I could feel my desire to swim even though it was freezing.

As we walked back to the house, I could feel myself gripping to the beach. I really wanted to stay, spend more time there. I considered dropping him at the airport and then coming back to swim and rest in the sand.

I could feel the grasping and gripping in that thought.

I knew it was time to let go.