I left my neighborhood yesterday on a sunny, warm morning, every fiber of me calling beach! and as we will soon be living inland, I had to listed and head for the ocean. 10 minutes later, I arrived in another world, an ethereal fog. The ocean there but not there, surrounded by mist and the smell of salt. A magic eraser.
Much can be said for the need for self care during the process of separation. My quiet place is mostly about visuals. I have little control over my present surroundings, and so I count the days (forty-seven to go!), and pin, and pine, and plan my new space: light, uncluttered, and full of love and laughter.
Here is some of my inspiration:
