In exactly 2 weeks from today, me and the kitties will be heading to my first home in Montreal.
I am genuinely excited about this move. Not the sleeping on a couch part for a few months, obviously, but the move itself.
I don't feel worried or scared about any part of this transition. All of it feels right and good and even the Frenchman has helped with this transition in ways I can't even begin to explain.
He is such a gift.
He is a wonderful bridge from here to there, as is my beautiful, not so little girl.
I know incredible things await me in Montreal, or why else would I be led there despite wanting to stay here?
I believe that the highest and biggest and bestest part of me wants this next evolution. And I believe it knows what's best for me.
So even while I cry my tears, I do not wish things were different at all. I do not wish I was staying. I do not wish for anything but exactly what is happening right now because it is beautiful and it is exactly right for me.
I'm where I'm meant to be on route to the place where I belong. I just know it.
Can you feel it, too?
I feel at peace even during the chaos of moving. I feel happy even when I'm sad. I feel everything all at once and that is the gift of being alive.
I'm honoured to feel and move through life.
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