Today, standing in the shower, moving away from Calgary did not seem so overwhelming. It seemed possible! For the first time in my life, I could see living somewhere else. I gave myself permission to moving away for 2 years. I could always return after that time. Just a small deal. Two years would fly by, even. I could go to Hibernia, Ft McMurray, Nelson, the west coast. Anywhere. Why am I staying here? It's like crossing over to the other side of: the commitment line, my mind, the country, a chinook arch...
I'm not sure what's there on the other side and it's easy to imagine that I'll be scared doing it, but it seems like now is the time. I have no responsibility, few dependents and no reason. The factor which makes this opportunity easier to take is the time limit I'd allow it. The term "moving away" seems so permanent; too overwhelming. Saying it could occur for two years seems incredibly palatable. And after two years, I could re-evaluate, do I want to stay longer?
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