Cosmic Universe

First- even though only 2 people responded to my experiment yesterday (one of them being my own dad- who was number 1)- I'll try another round next time and maybe my mom will actually figure out how to leave a comment (she tried and failed...3rd times the charm, mom), my best friend will respond as my agent again (because she is required to) and I will up my number to 4. I do know for a fact there are more of you- so I forgive you for not commenting. Even my own childhood best friend sent me an instant message saying, "This is me responding." Humorous, yes- but giving me qualitative results to my highly scientific experiment- no.

Anyways- I have to tell you all, 2 jobs in 6 months! Thats right, I am set with a job to start when I move back to Atlanta! This round was a little easier and not as stressful as when I moved up to New York, seeing as my main goal this time was to move back down south. The official departure date is February 6th- 11 days to be exact (not that I am counting or anything...). In those 11 days- I have my boy friend (yes, the special man friend has evolved into the boyfriend) visiting this weekend, shipping and packing, final visits to the museums I want to see, and then its adios bitter cold and hello southern comfort. And don't you worry- I will keep writing, because no matter where I happen to be.... trouble and adventure tend to not be too far behind.

My best friend asked me the other day if I was a little bit sad about leaving. I told her that the only things I will miss are my few friends and work family, but other than that- New York is for visiting, not for living.

After telling her that, I really started thinking about what I will miss and started to feel a little nervous about leaving (I say LITTLE again, like slightly, almost non existent)- but then the 3rd snow storm in a month decided to roll through Manhattan today and all feelings of nervousness flew out the window. Literally- the cosmic universe is actually telling me to get out. Apparently this is the worst winter New York has seen in years. Now what is the chance that the worst winter is the winter I decide to move up? Chance- none, a test? Yes.

Congratulations cosmic universe! You have succeeded in making me never, ever, EVER want to live somewhere that snow is expected every winter. Now, ingrained in my mind: Snow is for skiing, NOT for living.

There was a huge lesson learned in my 6 months living in New York though (More over all lessons to come I am sure now that the reflecting phase is starting...):

You really have to find out what you don't want to find out what you really do want. I would have never known I hated the cold and snow so much and loved the sunshine and space without living here.

Peace, Love and listening to the signs,

B