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Wanderlust appeals to me. I didn’t know that until I had no choice.
The truth of the matter is that the need to find a place to live was thrust upon me. My roommate of eight years was moving to another state; the house we rented would go on the market; and I, having ten years earlier relinquished my belongings, including a house and its entire contents (another story to share down the road), would be left holding my bag of clothes.

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Putting things in perspective becomes the agenda for today’s meeting with Steve. I’m not usually a paranoid person, but since facing the fact that I need a place to go I’ve felt a dense fog hovering as it obscures the unknowns in my life. With time to think, and with the help of an objective listener with whom to share my thoughts, that fog is beginning to clear so I can view my possibilities at a safer distance.

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I find each day unique and unplanned as I concentrate on finding new living quarters. I wonder what ever happened to the nitty-gritty routine of the past when I rushed out the door in the morning, tackled rush hour traffic, yearned for the workday to end, and spent the evening recuperating. Granted, such a habitual life lacked excitement and adventure, yet there was security in knowing what to expect and freedom in not trying to make frequent logical decisions. Now, even a specific plan for when or what to eat, I feel discombobulated.

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I sometimes reflect on how I know I am doing the right thing. I then ask myself, how does this choice make you feel? I rely on both my stomach and my heart to direct me. If I feel an ache, a rumbling, or the sensation of a knot in the pit of my stomach, it’s telling me that I am not on the right track. If I feel light-hearted, energized and joyful, the choice is a good one. In other words, you know you are doing the right thing by the joy it will bring. That’s how the heart is guided.

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Now the real work begins as I plunge into preparing to move to the Ridge a mere three days from today. I continue sorting, shredding, storing and packing and am constantly confronted with making decisions.. I often find myself being whisked down memory lane and swept into the past as I come across items of sentimental value.

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A left turn is necessary upon entering Lancaster’s historic public square; three rambling country roads come afterwards that gradually narrow, the last one having no center line. Traveling slows down considerably. I loosen up and take pleasure in the leisurely pace coupled with open vistas. In fact, on Kelly Ridge Road, drivers should be prepared to stop at any given moment for a number of probable causes: cows crossing; dogs gearing up to race with the car; lumps of hay on the road; or another vehicle approaching (both drivers will have to scoot over a bit to squeeze by each other, but that’s how people get to know their neighbors out here). I like the pace, the intimacy and the quietness of this part of the world.

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Mornings are next to miraculous here on the Ridge. My body has become adjusted and responsive to dawn’s early light and invitation to stillness. Whereas I used to pull the sheet up over my eyes when sunlight filtered in—wanting to sleep just a little bit longer—my body memory now knows that daylight means joy.

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