It's official. The house is sold and I just moved into the cozy condo.
I remember back.. (dang.. has it been three years???)... when I had to come up with a name to create an account. I'd just seen "Gypsy" and plugged it in. And that name was a great fit in so many ways.
Today I did a double take when I saw the name.. because I'm not where I was then. I'm grounded, more self assured, confident, calm. The whirling dervish of anxiety stricken emotions has settled. And it reallllly helps no longer having the house and its associated costs bleeding me dry.
As I unpack, it feels like I'm playing house. Spending a lot of time and effort creating something, getting to know it.
It's been such a whirlwind between my mother-in-law's death and the move. (By the way, at the funeral her caregiver shared that my mother-in-law always talked about how much she treasured our relationship and that she couldn't imagine a better daughter-in-law).
According to my sis-in-law her mom wrote her son (my former spouse) out of her will. Not my problem nor do I have any interest in any level of involvement in that can o'worms.
So I am in a good place emotionally. While at the fireworks I answered all the questions about the move with my happy face. When a particular friend came up and asked me how I was doing something emotional shifted within me. A truth burbled up and while talking I started crying. She looked at me with concern. "I'm not crying because I'm sad or for what I've lost.. the tears are coming because I am so grateful for all I have. And I'm really glad these are such positive tears!"
I am so lucky, so blessed. Now I have to get organized and get a job with health insurance before my COBRA runs out in January!
