The Right Place

In 27 years, I’ve moved 11 times. The most memorable moves surround school-ages: leaving my beloved elementary school in Ohio to move 11 hours away to Reading, Pennsylvania, and then again from PA to Chestertown, Maryland to attend school.

This weekend, I moved for the first time on my own. It was an easy move, just across town, and I had the fortune of moving slowly over the course of a week. Even better, I had some friends help me move the super heavy items on a Saturday morning.

Even after so many moves throughout my life, this is the most significant. This move was my choice, my adventure. I picked out the place, met with the realtor and the landlord, and I’m in charge of creating the space and making it my own. I’m so excited to paint and plant my own little garden.

This place offers me a chance to rewrite my script, to re-focus, re-energize and create some new adventures.

True to my form, I’ve already named my new abode: Pompadour Place. It’s a sweet nod to a favorite from French culture with a little twist of Doctor Who. It’s totally me.

I’ll admit: I miss the little house on Pine, but this is the best move for me. This is the right place. I look forward to many adventures to come in and around it. I’m ready.