I have noticed a change in the way I approach conversations at work since I decided I was going to attempt The Big Move across the pond to London. I don’t have any interest in them. Used to I would ask the people I work with how they are and what’s going on in their lives and how’s your wife and your momma and them? But lately, I don’t ask. I find myself walking past my co-workers with a warm smile and wave Hi…but absolutely no desire to stop and chat. It’s interesting and sort of took me by surprise, I had noticed something was different at work, but couldn’t put my finger on it. Until today. No dramatic event will be described here today just the easy realization that I am detaching from the life I have known for 6 years and slowly easing my toe into the metaphoric water of moving to London. I won’t be jumping in feet first like my last big move (to current city). To be honest, if I could I would. If I had met my honey and he lived in Denver or San Francisco, I would have been pushed it to move there. Possibly might have just picked up and moved months ago. Its been a year and a half. And there reaches a point in a long distance relationship when you need to be with that person on a daily or atleast weekly basis in order to properly get to know them… ya know… the next step.
I was reminiscing today of when I gave notice at my apartments to vacate at the end of May in a plan to move home for a few months (or however long it takes to find a job over there) and save money. It was a liberating day and while I had just written out my notice and dropped if off as one of the things on my To-Do list, afterwards I paused and sat in my car. What’s this feeling that was illuminating from my soul? I feel lighter… or… liberated. Yeah, that’s liberation. Not that I was chained or imprisoned at my current apartment. I quite liked it, being the project I worked on for 5 years and then moved into it has been a great experience. It was time to move on though, and I was unexpectedly excited about moving out. It made things feel official. Eating that elephant one bite at a time.