So, the time has almost come to look at starting over again, properly. A fresh start, a new place, a new space, the next life.
Time is drawing ever nearer to having to make plans, and while I still have that fairy-tale ending firmly in mind, it doesn’t hurt to think about interim contingency plans, just in case it takes a little longer to work out that way.
I’m looking forward to whatever comes next with a kind of scared, excited anticipation. Basically because at this point…I have absolutely no idea what will happen and where it will take me. For someone who likes to have a plan in mind, or at least the basic framework of one, that concept is a little daunting, but refreshing also.
As places around here go, I like where I am now. It’s quiet, convenient and my favourite spot at the beach is close by. I get to hide away from the hustle of town, still knowing that it’s close enough if I want to venture into it, and just do my own thing. My postman knows not to knock on the door pre-9am, the girls at all the local shops know my buying habits, and everything I need is no more than a walk away. The silence at night is only occasionally broken by a distant train or barking dog (usually mine)…or crickets 🙂
I also like the freedoms afforded by living alone. You can come and go as you please, things stay where you leave them, and being naked at any given time of the day is not an issue. Living with another person in my space is something I will definitely have to ‘get used to’ again. But unfortunately a necessary evil involved in the contingency…
At this point I have two suggested options. Both include relocating to the other side of town, away from my private piece of the planet, toward civilisation…away from Mexico. *sigh*
While I am lucky enough to have a very good relationship with many of my ‘ex’s’, I don’t think moving in with one of them should be included in my future plan, so that narrows it down to one option. It could work out, and you never know if you don’t try, so I guess I’ll possibly need to bite the bullet and make a decision, pending events unfolding over the next few months. Who knows…it could be fun? I’ll just stick with that thought for now. They say a change is as good as a holiday. I always doubted the reliability of ‘they’ though.
Either way, both options trump living with just some random again. I did that several times many years ago, and I could safely say that with my current tolerance for bullshit, and habit of saying pretty much whatever I think, it might not end well. Dealing with the Real Estates alone is going to be a challenge on that front. I have two four legged creatures that again narrow my options, although in saying that, I believe that many people are more willing to lease to tenants with dogs, than with kids, these days. oh that…and this picture most accurately describes how I feel about the actual act of packing and moving…
Of course there are a few upsides, should this move take place…
There is the prospect of decorating a whole new space and making it mine, exploring a new area and creating new routines…and a house-warming party definitely on the cards 🙂
Buuuut…I’m not jumping the gun just yet. I’m not concreting these plans. I’m just entertaining the idea, should the need arise. Honestly, I’m waiting for the outsider option to eventuate, and then the plan will be a totally different, better one.
In the meantime, I’m working on improving the quality of the life I’m living now. Working on improving me. Working on having a little more stress-less fun, and worrying less about what will or won’t happen. That last one, coupled with the whole ‘patience’ thing is being a little taxing, but I’m dealing with it a whole lot better than expected…some days.
Oh well, time to stop thinking and start doing for the day.
Be good kids.