Ok, I think we can all agree that I am the world's worst blogger. I just can't seem to make it to the site and put my fingers to the keys. I'll try harder.
Wow, a whole month has passed and I'm getting closer and closer to my April trip to Cuenca. I have my plane tickets and hotel reservations in Quito and Cuenca.
I booked a tour for people thinking of moving to Cuenca through Dixie's Davey's excellent blog, http://www.retire-in-ecuador.com/.
All that's left is finding a secure parking lot for my car near the Boston airport. This is actually the worst part of the whole trip! Once I almost missed a flight because I got lost in the maze around the airport and couldn't find the park/fly lot.
Waiting is hard. I'd like to be whisked through time to April now so I can start my adventure. Notice that I don't have any hesitation about the fact that I am going to have an adventure. The idea of moving to Cuenca has become so much a part of my everyday life, that it is comfortable now...inevitable. Yaay!
In the meantime, we have a couple of feet of snow on the ground here in Vermont, and last night had thundersnow - snow with thunder and lightning! I'm not liking it, but shoveling snow is good exercise, at least.
Saturday, I had a real estate agent to the house, to talk about prices and listing. This is exciting!! I only had a couple of hours notice, but I was able to go through the house like a cleaning tornado before she arrived. Although I do have someone already interested in buying the house, I feel more comfortable with a professional helping me through it.
I am still clearing stuff out of closets and knee wall cupboards, and finally, there's empty space in the house.
I've thought a lot about what to bring with me. Do I really want to drag all my past life stuff with me, or do I want to make a clean break? Making a clean break means getting rid of everything, all the little mementos that I have from all the places I've been. There's a lot of it.
Right now I'm going with the premise that I'll put together a small shipment, not a whole shipping container. I've been wandering around the house, looking at pictures on the wall, pottery on the shelves, and saying "that goes, that stays, that goes...." I don't mind buying new dishes, but my vegetable peeler that my mother gave me when I moved out at 17 has to come.
I still have four cats that I need to find homes for. Soon would be good.
I'll put together little kitty kits for them to take to their new homes: a blankie, their food bowl, a toy, and some food. Their new people will only have to add love and kitty litter.
Since I can now go out and look at where the dogs are buried with loving remembrance, I know I can shuck whatever I need to to get where I'm headed now.
Finally, ta da, I am making some money online! In fact that's one reason why I haven't been posting - I've been doing jobs and getting paid!
It's all working. I'm actually doing the things I told myself I had to do in order for my plans to work. It feels good. I'm outta here!
