I am two things.
The first is a homebody. I really, really, really like my comfort zone, my security blanket, all those things.
The second is an explorer. I love to travel, go on adventures, find new places, new stories.
See the problem? The first thing impedes the second. The second causes these little red DANGER lights in the first.
So when I decided to move to the UK in February, I got an idea. I knew I needed to go to NYC for work (and some play), and I had just learned about the Branson retreat, and I had a plan. And oh man, I thought I was so clever. I decided to become nomadic, to throw my life into chaos, for the couple weeks before my UK trip, so that when I finally left, it wouldn’t feel like I’d been wrenched from my cozy routine and my comfy bed.
Upside: It’s been working. I haven’t spent much time lamenting my tea cup, my bookshelves, even the Y swimming pool. As for family and friends, I spend my energy skirting those emotions.
Downside: HOLY CRAP MY LIFE HAS BEEN THROWN INTO CHAOS AND IT’S SCARYYYYYY. Between the 6-month giveaway, the trip to Branson, the delay in Branson, work, and the trip to NYC in 1.8 days I AM OFFICIALLY FREAKING OUT. My room looks like a bomb of clothing, books, swag, and portable chocolate exploded.
I alternate between running through the house screaming and sitting on my bed just staring at everything that needs to get done like this: ”(O_O)” <–the short things are hair because it hasn't been brushed and I look like a swamp thing.
BUT MOSTLY HELP.