I finished tying up all my loose ends before I make the final move out of New York. All that’s left to do is to put the stuff in the car and hit the road next week!
I tell ya, these last few weeks on Long Island have been pretty anti-climactic for me. There were places and stores I’ve been going to that I realized would be the last time I’d ever go there, but the reality of it refused to sink in. I’d just shrug my shoulders and move on. No reminiscing of the past, no feeling of excitement or sorrow. Just the overwhelming urge to get this over with and LEAVE.
I think part of why I’ve been feeling this way is that I’ve already mentally checked out of this place a long time ago. My mind truly was no longer on Long Island anymore, so it was just a matter of the rest of my body catching up. Long Island was no longer my home, and it had done its best to remind me of that fact every day. But soon it will no longer have me to kick around anymore.
I’m so grateful that I was able to hit the “reset” button for my life and be granted by God the blessing of a fresh, new start. I hope I’ll be able to find in Colorado what has eluded me for so long here: a sense of peace and respite, deep in the mountains that will soon become my new home. The Promised Land.
I know it won’t be perfect; people being who they are will always disappoint. But I know it will be BETTER, far better than the life I’ve had to live here. The prison doors have been opened, and the chains that have held me in bondage have been cast off. It’s time to be free, to live and love again.