I’m Free. What does that mean….? A marker of my freedom: I have no keys. No car key, no house key, not even a key to a storage unit. I’m technically not tied to anything or any place.  Free.

Has it fully registered yet? No. At the moment it feels like I am going on another summer adventure, the way I have for the last few years. This one a bit more effort; the packing up of everything I own and parcing it out to storage at kind friend’s houses and getting finances and life stuff in order. Then it hits me at different moments…. like walking through the airport. Suddenly I am noticing EVERYTHING: the words on that person’s shirt, the tread on the tires of the stroller, the curliness of that woman’s hair, the small child’s expression as she is handed a cell phone and the way people move their bodies when weaving through each other in the crowded walkways. All of this IS my “home” now. Each place and present moment IS where I am… and it all looks and feels new like I’ve never seen it before.

I am curious where this new journey will take me. I am open, excited and ready.

OK world – here I come!