Another rainy day. It’s getting depressing. As is this stomach thing I have. I’m calling the dr this morning. It kept me up last night, or woke me up last night. I’ve probably waited too long. My insurance so sucks, and it’s out of pocket for me. But enough is enough. My ex sister-in-law once had a food-borne stomach bug called camphelobacter that took her months to get over, so maybe I have something like that.

My house had a showing yesterday, but they thought it was overpriced. I really don’t think it is, it seems very competitive for my neighborhood, and is actually a good bit larger than most of the competition. I guess if I get a lot of feedback that says that, I’ll consider dropping the price, but this is only one. Who knows what they were looking for, or if they know the market.

This weather is making me want to get to Florida. I have so much to look forward to, so much to leave behind. I’m just so ready to start this next chapter in my life. I know the people I’m connected to here I’ll always be connected to. So I’ll take the good things with me. I still haven’t decided if I will tell my ex that I’m moving. I suppose I will, I’ve never been one to withhold. I know he still feels the tie to me, just because we were together for so long, even though we rarely speak. I just feel like it will anger him, or just upset him, but that’s not my issue, it’s his. He has chosen his life, and I’ve chosen mine.

Scott, well…There is no communication on that front, there will always be so much unsaid there, so much unfinished business. Being 1500 miles away will hopefully ease the nagging questions in my head, about so much. The energy connection will always remain, but the distance, and the new life, will allow me to quit asking questions that will never get an answer. I’ll be able to change my focus I think, onto making a new happier life. I will always love the man I knew. Even if he wasn’t real…..Or even if he chooses not to be that man. I can’t know what his soul’s journey is. I hope he finds some real happiness some day. I’m afraid he won’t.

Guess I’m feeling a little wistful this morning. What a long strange trip it’s been here. I came to CT when I was 21, and I’m leaving 44 years later, a lifetime behind me. People I have loved and lost. People who will always remain in my life. But that’s another blog.

Love and light all.