I came back from New York and found my home transformed. Eric has made significant progress in emptying several of the rooms on the first floor. It looks cleaner and emptier and devoid of character; apparently this is the best way to sell a house. It is looking less like my house and more generic.
Change is happening, and much faster than I am ready for. The house is less my house, my dog is dead, my practice is shrinking, we are firming up our plans for moving. I am learning that although I have always seen myself as brave and bold and ready for anything, that I like to hold on to what is familiar and I have more fears about the unknown than I thought I had. I am truly excited about the move and the adventure of living in Ecuador and pursuing a different direction in my life, but at the same time, I want to hold on to all that I know and feel secure with.