So Maybe if I tell you all here it won’t mean 40 telephone calls. Here is the update to my life:
I have been looking for a new client for months, a big fish. I got an offer 2 weeks ago today. A verbal offer (carries not much weight) Then at the end of last week I got an e-mail attached were ALL the stuff I needed to accept the written offer. Let me say it is a very generous offer with great benefits. I will be 1 of 4 assistants to this family. Yes I said 4!!! I was supposed to start Monday 4/15/13. Since the paperwork has been delayed I get a reprieve. This position is a position that will require me to live away from home and Santa Barbara most of the year.
So in the interim I have been looking for a roommate Beene/Bob sitter. I thought I had found a good one but, that fell through. Then out of the blue my landlord is going through her own life changing events and asking 7 tenants to move out of their homes. Yes I am one of the 7. So, Yesterday the landlords daughter (who rented me the house) came by to give me move out papers with 60 days notice.
The good news is my dad has agreed to take the Beene & Bob. They are a set and no one else wanted them both. I know he loves them and will take great care of them. I feel a tad bit guilty as he has a very full plate now too. I am grateful I know where they are going and he will love them & let Beene sleep with him too. She is a great cuddler. Bob just is Bob and living his last days he is a faithful old dude that has to have me in eye sight. I can’t imagine my life without them.
I have been walking through my place thinking as I look around Keep it, Sell it, Junk it. As i do not think it is wise to store stuff that:
A.) I don’t love
B.) That I can replace for less than the cost of storage
C.) I can live without.
Let me tell you I have a lot of stuff. I don’t know how it is going to all work out. I have been putting mental post it notes on everything between the bouts of tears and excitement. I am intentionally making myself homeless.
I haven’t even mentioned the guy… That is a whole other chapter in it self. I will just tell you what he told me “It’s Okay. We will be ok.” To which I replied “promise” ”Yes We will be ok, We will talk tomorrow, Beauty” That’s his sweet name for me.
My life is changing. It is scary and exciting, heart breaking and wonderful all at the same time.
I know that the chapter in my life is closing. It’s is complicated. I spent a significant amount of time with the attorney and the accountant last week. In an effort to add “The End”to my old story. There is some relief in that for me as well as some sadness. I know that my perception will change and hind sight is 20/20. I will invariable get a lesson to learn or repeat.
I will try to post my journey and travels here…. with my heart open, my eyes looking forward even if they are full of tears.
I am sure tomorrow it will look different….