Last night I slept my final sleep in Virginia Beach. For 10 months now I’ve thought about what it’s going to feel like to drive over the Lesner Bridge for the last time and in a few hours I’ll already know and I can move on to the next thing.

I watch for good signs from the universe, and I’m always listening to what songs are playing at critical moments of my life. Wednesday I drove a cargo van up to my sister’s house to drop off a load of furniture, and as I pulled off from the U-Haul lot, it was Life is a Highway. When I left my first load of belongings at the thrift store Friday, Darius Rucker was practically smiling through the speakers singing Alright:

“I’ve got a roof over my head . . . shoes under my feet.”

And moments after I started writing this post, it was Kenny Loggins’ Celebrate Me Home.

It’s early but the donation truck has come and gone and I’m still in my blue flannel jammies. Daisy and Lolli have known something is changing for days but really started to get the big picture when the two big men came in and carted their furniture out. But they’re ok, I think. Daisy was her usual happy bouncy “hi, how-you-are-you-play-with-me!” tail wagging self so I held her while they worked, and Lolli was a little shy but couldn’t help peeking out from under Daisy’s legs to see what was happening to her stuff. I think she’s known something all along whereas Daisy “got it” when I tossed her one of her toys and she ran her usual play route  into the bedroom to jump on the bed and back to the living room to jump on the sofa . . . .  I hope both of them know as long as they are with me,  all is gonna be ok.

I know that too, but I still have some things to load into the car and I don’t think its all going to fit. I’m a little like Lolli because I found it a bit harder to let go of some things than I counted on it to be. If I give it much more thought though, I’m going to sit here in my jammies all day and have a meltdown, and I really I want to be at my mom’s way before dinner. Its stuff, after all. Stuff! And unlike LA 2008, I’m not freaking or panicking. I have no plans to back out, call it off or duck and run for cover at the last minute. It all just sorta feels right, an even-keel with maybe just a tinge of something slightly anxious sitting underneath, but I can live with and use that energy to propel onward.

Be talking to you guys from the road.