First came the strong urge to downsize, starting in the fall of 2011. Then came a visit to Sonoma County, California, where we lived twenty years ago. It felt like home again… the golden, rolling hills and California live oaks; the chilly nights, with days in the delicious 60’s; dear friends that we’ve known for over thirty-five years, reconnections, and more.
In early January, a trip south for visiting old friends and house-hunting. After checking out ten homes and two co-housing communities, we returned to the very first home we had seen and decided to place an offer. Not love at first sight, but practically, it will work well; the location is convenient with a greenbelt one block away, and the yard has space enough for our big dogs.
Someone else had placed an offer only two hours before, so we placed a backup offer. Downsizing sped up. Two weeks of uncertainty. Learning to love ambiguity! They dropped out on Friday, and we are in official escrow as of this morning. We will be moving from 2350 square feet to 1350.
Sometimes it feels as though nothing is happening at all. Other times, it feels as though I’m moving at the speed of light. Mostly, my mind is at ease, even if life seems to be moving quickly. I’m pretty relaxed. It’s this weird game of life. Keep this, give away that. And that, and that. Pass along a painting that’s been in the family for eighty years to a friend who will dearly appreciate it. Give away a desk, extra office supplies. Return priority and express mail supplies to the post office. Mail off two successful Ebay sales. Refinish a cedar chest that my father made to give to my son, who will cherish it. Take the weight machine to the local used sports equipment sale and put it on consignment. Shred and shred and shred old papers.
Almost every person asks, “When are you moving?”
We have no idea. We’ll move when life moves us.
Awareness remains the same. Absolutely nothing going on, other than native openness to all. Always.
© Amrita Skye Blaine, 2012