The Wind Is Blowing ... Unto Where?

I can only make guesses as to the "what" is coming but I can feel change. My sleeplessness is a sign, now that I think about it. From my first year in college until now, I can remember short seasons of time laying in bed awake for way too long, thinking, thinking, Winnie the Poo, think, think, think. In the day there are plenty of things to distract myself and of course work to be done but in the stillness of the night, it is as if my soul is absorbing the reality of change so that I have the endurance for it when it may arrive. Generally I have known of the change ahead, the last long period of sleeplessness was in the weeks before I got married, but this change feels more elusive.

An intuitive person, I often see the possibilities of change and preemptively prepare for them. But then there are those life altering changes...like moving. I have moved about every two years for over a decade. They have been more of less significant, for various reasons and I have learned to hate, or at least dread, the moves. Now that I feel one coming, I am trying to "un" dread my thoughts so that if this sticky feeling turns into reality, I will not melt like butter on a saucepan when the time arrives.

The administration of moving and starting over somewhere, well, there is a reason it is on the top ten list of stressors. I wish they distinguished the stress level between moving within your current area and moving to a NEW STATE, or across the country. Fortunately, I have not yet moved out of the country, especially not to a country where I do not speak the language. Deep sigh, I have been spared thus far. Did I tell you that I am a homebody?