I am awake, I am alive as the month of transition begins …

It happens to me everytime I “move” whether short or longterm. I find myself marveling at the transition and the very ability to make such a move. Whether it is the idea that we can wake up in one place, jump on a plane, and sleep in another or the idea of moving homebase, the opportunites are endless.

This is my last weekend in my condo. As I watch the sun rise to begin its day, I smile knowing soon I will see the exact same thing in a whole new way through a different window in a different part of the city. Kinda like the room looks different when we move the couch or how our partner looks different after we understand.