Trying to launch the business on my own while living in a big old house on a large property was just more than I could manage. For a year I hired help and juggled schedules and still, exhaustion won out. Something had to give, so I put my house on the market.
Quicker than I ever imagined possible, the house sold. Moments ago I learned that the deal is firm. I will be out of here on April 25th. That gives me 3 weeks to sort and pack and move. To where, I don’t know yet. I may well spend the summer bouncing from family to friend while I look.
I will miss the people that I have come to love here but I’m looking forward to the new and that’s what grief is. That tangle of old and new, sad and excited, anticipation and dread.
I’ll keep you posted. xox
