In approximately six weeks, my life is going to change forever, for better or for worse.
In six weeks, we move from Long Island, New York to Portland, Oregon. My boyfriend and I pack our lives up, leave our friends and families, and go west, as so many have done before us. I think of frontiers, and trails, and panning for gold. Pacific beaches, Disney Land, and mountain climbing. I can't wait to camp, to try west coast coffee, to dance barefoot. I want to practice grounding, and make my existing yoga practice into a real thing, and find a job and a life that suits me.
There is nothing like New York in the fall, I've heard. But I can't stand the cost of living, the Island, the dirty littered beaches, the rich people mentality. I want to do something new and exciting, and frankly, scary. I'm going to miss everyone I know. My family especially. But it's something we have to do. It is something that was already written in the stars millions of years before we were born.
