It's time to move home again for me after nearly fourteen years. The house I live in is being sold and I am moving into town to be a city girl again .
I dare not think too much of my new home until the contracts have been signed, but I visit often, in my mind, taking the small old lift to the 6th floor and wandering around the kitchen , hall, bathroom, living room and bed room.
My big cupboard will never fit into the lift and will have to be carried up six flights of stairs. " But that's not your problem mum," says my son The Prof .
It will all work out somehow. Our brains have trouble dealing with the unknown and uncertainty. I am reminding myself to trust and have faith. Things have always worked out well for me before , so why should now be an exception.
In the meantime , there's things to be done such as more clearing of clutter and old energies and packing and cleaning. I feel I must show the Universe my INTENTION to move and to CLAIM my new home.
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