So after spending the evening looking at our options, the gist of the matter is that I'm not going to be leaving Eureka after all, and Scotty will be moving in with me in the next few months. BeeGee, for one, is going to be a much happier camper staying put.
I'm still having that humongous yard sale this Saturday, though. And although I admit to retrieving just a few things I'd thrown in the sale pile, the rest is going and it feels wonderful. And there'll likely be more on the pile by Saturday morning. I've gotten the hang of this "letting go of unnecessary stuff" thing. There's more open space around my plants, on my bookshelves, in my studio. So now I have more than enough room for Scotty to claim space of his own in our future home together.
Late yesterday I reorganized my work studio and it's a lot nicer now, more room to breathe and work and be inspired. Tomorrow I'm planning to dye silk hankies to spin up more of that plied yarn I wrote about on Sunday. The possible drafts for my next weaving are just waiting for my final selection. And I'm hoping to dive soon into that box of goodies I purchased recently from Dharma Trading.
There's something about big change, though, that I think I find exhilarating. Maybe it's because I'm such an organized person, and I like orchestrating the logistical facets of change. I hope it's not a reflection of some deep-seated drama queen part of my psyche that I don't normally relate to. I've never liked the idea of playing my life out on the world's stage or drawing a lot of attention to myself. So even changing my mind about something after an initial decision has been made, or going off in the opposite direction to the one I've been moving in, initiates a certain amount of anxiety inside.
Anyway, it's all good, and I'm feeling stronger for my willingness to go with the flow, whatever that might be.