Here We Go!

" We're gonna take it on down the track (...) pack the boxes, load the truck, just another place for us to try our luck. Where the weather is fine and the folks are nice (...) if you never try it you never know, you gotta stretch if you wanna grow, keep a lookout for our letters from the road, yeah here we go (...) we ain't afraid of facing the what ifs and I don't knows, so let's do it, let's raise our glasses high and toast to west coast searching that we do, because you never know until you try.
So here we go. Called everyone and said goodbye and how we gave this old town a try (...) so I guess it's time for the big 180 me and my boy and my foxy lady, she looked at me and I looked at her and I said I know, so here we go. Ain't no worries what's a little back and forth (...) ain't no hurry for us to settle down, before we die we want to try it all and have ourselves a little look around, from town to town. So here we go..."
The above words are on quotation because believe it or not I did not write them. They are actually the lyrics to a song, that by now, has become the closest my husband and I have ever had to "our song".
We moved to this beautiful small town less than two months ago.
We have since decided to move closer to San Francisco for my lovely husband to take the job that was offered to him a few weeks ago.
 Today, I will start packing the boxes, and Monday and Tuesday we are driving down to the East Bay to look for a new home.  Again.
  I am having a hard time being as mindful through this move as I was through our previous. We had decided to leave Boston two weeks before we left, and I spent everyday of those two weeks, and of the week that followed while we drove the truck west, meditating on what we wanted from this town for our lives. 
What kind of house we were hoping to find, what type of jobs I was hoping to find, and what kind of life we wanted to create for ourselves in this community.
 It seems as if I worked so hard on it, that I actually made it happen.  "Putting it out there" is one thing. But taking the time and the energy to actively search for it, to think about it with enough presence to manifest it, and taking the appropriate steps that will lead you in that direction, are another.
 I was grateful to my practice for providing me with the tools I needed to accomplish this task.  I was grateful to my husband for always being supportive and grateful himself.  I was grateful to myself for utilizing those tools and for staying calm, trusting and present.
Now I find myself taking on this second move (second this year, in my adult life, this will actually be my twelfth) in some sort of auto-pilot mode.
 Spend a couple of hours a day on craigslist. Save the possible homes to our favorites. Email the agents showing to schedule a viewing...
It's almost as if because I have done it so many times , and because I just did it, this whole "moving" thing is embedded in my cells.  It's a natural response, like walking, or opening my eyes when I wake up.  I just do it.
However, I realized today, that it won't work out as well unless I get off auto and start thinking of what I am doing.
  I should take the time to realize that this time around, we got exactly what we wanted from the components that we searched for ourselves (meaning our home, its location, my jobs) because we were mindful in our path. 
We were accepting instead of resistant. We were trusting and patient, even if, as you all very well know, I had to work very hard on those two.  We were tranquil, and we didn't let it get to us.
So I think today, instead of starting to pack, I'm gonna reset my mind, body and spirit.
This is a separate move.  It is just the fact of the matter.  This is not something to be done in auto pilot, this is something to live through.
So let me start actively putting it out there again.  What do we want from this new adventure? And what do we need to do to get it?
What do we want in a home? What would the dream home be?  Look for it, with trust, patience, and courage.
Have some fun with it.  Sit outside under our beautiful tree that we will be leaving behind soon and use the laptop to search there instead of on the couch.  Have a glass of wine, after all, we still live in wine country.
If we made it happen this time around, we can surely do it again.  But we have to trust, we have to believe, and we have to relax.  We have to wake up every day and find the energy within us to put it out there again, with the same active determination as we did before.
So I'm gonna make myself a "Caliente Sunrise", one of my husband's cocktails, and put on some music and  meditate on everything that we want from this new town, and this new page on our book.
 A friend once told me, that maybe the reason why I was destined to move around so much (and this was in the middle of my 3rd move I think!) was to make friends all over the world, and influence their lives as I always let them influence mine. It sounded so romantic, yet so exhausting. Twelve and counting, but don't have enough fingers (not even counting the "foot fingers") to count all of those friends I've made.  Maybe she was right, and this is my path.
Or maybe Patrick and Paul were right, and I'm just a fucking gypsy.