Moving Days

Are just around the corner. Oh, I’ll be keeping my office in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp for the unforeseeable future, but I will be laying my head elsewhere in the next week or so.

It’s a little scary, moving – change.

It’ll be a 30-day trial to see how it goes, so it could still be considered an option. On one hand, I’m super excited to live somewhere that is not a public place. On the other hand, I will be paying twice the rent.

Backstory: When I separated and divorced after 22 and 25 years of marriage respectively, I moved three times yearly for three years straight. I guess I was trying to find my space.

I have resided in many places in Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp – eight to be exact, although one was for a week and another for a month. I have truly loved living on and off in my office for nearly seven years now. The Spirits know me here. I just said to them: ‘Come visit whenever you want.’ Now that I’m thinking about it, I hope the Spirits at my new place will be fine with it.

I’m only a few miles away in Lake Helen, one of the larger old homes, which I’ve fancied for years as I drove by. I stopped in my tracks when I saw the sign: ‘Rooms for Rent.’ I called and visited the next day. Talk about a room; it’s the size of my kitchen, front room and then some.
It will be a lovely new quietude greatly appreciated.

I won’t miss the mayhem at Hotel Cassadaga, especially for the month of October culminating for 10 nights of Halloween. I won’t be seeing the friendly flashes from cameras hoping to capture orbs (said to be Spirit) as the Friday and Saturday night tours stroll by. And then there’s the occasional knock on the door well after hours.

On another note, I won’t miss the neighbor upstairs watering plants on her porch so much that water lands on my chair cushions. And then there’s that odd smell of a little something something if you get my drift. My clients do not need that.

I’m sure there will be new noise. I’ve been told of the trolley meandering through the town looking at holiday lights and decorations. It won’t be blaring through my window since I’m on the second floor.

I’ve been driving around my new place for weeks perhaps protecting where I will be. I will be spreading my energy, which may be taxing at times. But because the public is not a constant at my new place, I don’t feel that my guard will be up as much.  

I am ready for the new Spirits to show themselves. I do know there’s an elderly man who resides in the attic. I saw him several times as I drove by. He knows I can see him.

Listen, I’m already talking myself into this new place. It’s exciting. I’ve worked from home for nearly 25 years. This is the next great adventure.  
Is the grass greener on the other side? Access to a couch, lounging chairs, dining room table, large kitchen and a bathtub are going to be wondrous.

Pinch me!

Blessings of Peace and Love!

P.S. Embrace Change!