From P town to Bean town...

One day I was folding laundry while the Celtics game was on tv. My son was watching the game and he would cheer for whichever team was in the lead. He asked me which team did I want to win and I said the Celtics. Then  he asked me why, and as I thought of an answer for him I realized I really didn't know.  I said, "I like Boston, always have."-as I stared at the game, and continued folding laundry I realized I had always liked Boston.  Somehow the thought about moving to Boston entered my mind. As I thought deeper I thought why not? why not move to Boston? What is stopping me? What is keeping me here?

Deciding to  voluntarily move is a very interesting process, or it was for me anyway. I didn't much know what I was moving to. I did know why I was moving and what I was moving from.   As the days wore on, and the reasons to move intensified there was little doubt that moving away  was what was in the best interest of myself and my children. Well, most of my children.

A move from Northern California to the East Coast is a pretty big one.  There was a slight glitch in my plan to move to Boston and I had to renegotiate my options with myself.  Boston, Chicago, San Diego, they made the short list.  A move from Nor Cal to So Cal seemed more manageable.  I fell in love with San Diego the very  first time I ever went. I remember telling my friend as we left the airport, I was in awe at the beauty of the harbor, and I said-- I could see myself living here. (that was over 17 years ago).

Once the decision to move was made, and the location of my move was decided upon the planning process wasn't too difficult.  What was difficult, and I assume will always be difficult is the grieving process.  Even though I was moving away from  defeat, complacency and oppression  and moving towards  higher hopes, expectations and liberation, the change involved a grief producing loss.  In the beginning the feelings even included doubt. Perhaps I made a mistake?  ---  Doubt can eventually lead to regret if  you  doubt yourself more than you trust yourself.  I trusted in myself that I was doing the right thing and for the right reasons.  I have no regrets moving to San Diego.

The success I have found in San Diego is most apparent with the education of my children.   I chose the  location of our  residence based on  two factors. The coastline and the school district.  At this time we are living with the best of both! --who could possibly want more? - well, apparently I can, because I have made the decision to move on. To move on to Boston (or somewhere Bostonish).  Since tentatively  making the decision (months ago), several waves of doubt have drifted in and out. I love this coastline, and the surf can't be beat.  I don't think I can live anywhere too far from the beauty of the ocean. I think of our move to the east coast and all the opportunity it will allow for. Theres nothing stopping me. What is keeping us here? -- The coastline and the school district!  Two of my children will be making big transitions with the  school year ahead, and my last child happens to be my most resilient one so since it seems there's a  natural break thats probably the best time to make such a big move.  Even though  the education plan for my youngest is very  promising and certainly makes the decision to move not an easy one, we will be moving summer 2015.
 Self-doubt probably can never be fully alleviated but trust in oneself can certainly be strengthened.  From Northern California to Southern California the move was not so bad, heres to hoping the move from the West Coast to the East Coast will be even better!