Pick a door, there is a story.

Write a story, open a door.  I get to create my story.  Even as I realize that part of this story is the same old story.  A story I am sick of, or tired of.  I created a story that I followed or rather that pushed me forward seemingly of its own volition.  And now, did I forget? This story that keeps evolving, is what I created. 

I became lighter - less stuff.  Estate sale in Oregon, Auction at the cabin.  I am being careful not to collect again.  In fact, I have not totally unpacked the few things in boxes in this house.  Even now I am thinking about what I can get rid of or repurpose at the cabin. 

I became lighter - I let go of much, treasured things carefully curated over years. I think I am still unsettled, but maybe I'm not accepting that I am more settled then I am willing to admit. No matter. Part of the story, the result of this activity over the last couple of years.

A couple of thoughts, I can do whatever I want. I don't have to tell anyone my business.  It is not weird if I keep things close to the vest.

I decided I wanted to have a homebase. I decided I want to travel and wanted to have an easier place to travel from and return to.  I still want to swim and paddle.  There are challenges, shorter trips? Less expensive? I have family to visit. I have a doggie to deal with during all of this. I may make another choice, I may choose to be somewhere else, to do something different.  Whatever I choose, I choose.