I'm ready.

My therapist last week asked me how I felt about saying goodbye with the move now on the near horizon.  I didn't have an answer for her then.  I was still in the middle of processing something that had happened so quickly after nine months of (im)patiently waiting.

This week as I enjoy conversations with friends at work and tonight as I wander my town and visit some of my favorite venues and restaurants and spot a new bird in my favorite park, I feel ready.  I'm enjoying all of these moments.  Tonight was truly a wonderful evening.  It's not that I won't miss the people and experiences here.  But the draw of what to come is stronger.

As I sip wine at my favorite wine garden and taste sushi at my favorite Asian fusion restaurant, I can't help but dream of what venues I will find in my new neighborhood.  Just today, I received an e-mail from the Atlanta Botanical Gardens that they have started their Thursday night cocktails in the garden weekly event that goes through September.  I've already received recommendations of restaurants and live music for my immediate neighborhood.  I've already tried out the closest Mexican restaurant.  I've looked up the dates of their Pride Fest.  I've already found an Improv theater with classes available.  I've got a church recommendation and few others I've discovered from my own online research.

And so as details slowly fall into place, I'm still enjoying what is left of the life here but at the same time so ready to start this next chapter.