In motion

The photographer is coming to shoot photos inside my condo. I spent the entire weekend cleaning out the dust and ghosts of the past 3 years, and then some. The clumps of history bound together in bags and bundles were unraveled and launched down the trash chute unceremoniously. Polished patches of floor are visible for the first time in a year. Clothes are washed and folded. Bed sheets are smoothed. It's a shame I only get this organized when I'm about to bail. Wonder what it is about staying still that makes me get sloppy and sad. I crave a stable place but when I find it I feel smothered.

I reached out to Barb, the realtor, last week. I had known she would be the one I would call, and was working up the mental strength to do it after spring break. But in that moment I was thinking this is so hard, that I had better do it while my blood was pumping with caffeine, because I might easily talk myself out of it if I waited.

Just like that, I let go and let my soul take over. My soul was lingering in that mountain paradise where I spent the previous week. My body was back in my home town where life is predictable and still. It was obvious who should win out.

My soul is happy today, knowing I'm headed for higher ground with my dear heart Zoe in tow. I'm even starting to think about the lucky duck who gets to live in my condo next. I think I imparted some good energy inside those walls.