I resigned my lease the other week. Considering that I arrived in this town with the intention of being here for a mere two and half months before leaving for my next destination. I did leave for all of two months, but something in this quirky little town beckoned me back. Now, two years later, I am committing for another year in my adopted home of Savannah.
Spring is synonymous with rebirth – everything from the transition of the seasons to the religious holidays and longer daylight hours. This spring, rebirth and new beginnings are no exception for me: starting a new job, clearing out closets of underused possessions, redecorating my living space, (re) joining the gym, and being more selective of how I spend my time and with whom. Like going to a tailor to ensure your clothing hugs you in the right places, it’s all about adjusting my life to ensure it fits me. The changes are both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. Some of the changes are major (job); others are minor but needed adjustments (closet purging). Am I doing the right thing? Am I acting too rashly? Am I heeding my gut instincts? I know my actions are right when it feels right, and my actions have resonated in lockstep with my intuition even if the final outcomes are still pending. At the moment, I feel a bit like I’m suspended above the trampoline, pausing in the midair arc that is neither up nor down, but the brief breath before the momentum carries me through the next motions.
This blog is long overdue, since I promised many of you a documentary of my travels and experiences when I left Minneapolis one subzero January day two years ago. Well, part of my spring rebirth is staying in contact online to share observations, interests and other tidbits of life as I see and experience it. I encourage you to read, comment, enjoy, and share. Check back soon for more.
Yours,
Nancy
