have the courage to walk away from it all, and start over in a new place

I’m now a Washingtonian, and it feels productive and good.

I walked away from everything in 1998 and it was a liberating experience. This time, I’ve just turned 40, had 3 strokes resulting in disabilities, had a domestic “incident” wherein my husband decided that his hand needed to slap my face and I’ve had it. I’m more tired than I’ve ever been before and I think it’s time in my life for a major change. My only concerns this time are not being able to drive as a result from the strokes, so I can’t take most of my stuff with me. I Would quite literally be starting over.

I’ve been homeless before, but had the security of having my possessions in storage. This time I’ll be leaving everything behind. No knick knacks, no computer, no cd’s, dvd’s, etc. That’s the only sobering thought in this venture I’m considering.

And yes, for anyone who is interested, I Did press charges against my husband after calling 11. He pled guilty at the hearing. An order of protection is still in effect.

If anyone out there decides to read this for whatever reason, know that if a 5 foot woman who just had 3 strokes, paralyzed on the left side when one is left handed, blinded in one eye in the next stroke, can do it, anyone can. It’s scary as heck, but if I were to hit a man, I’d expect him to call for protection as well. No one deserves or needs to get hit or abused.

Off my soapbox and jotting down notes for a new life. No reason to stay here!

Sold my house & most of my belongings, got a new job & bought a new house 1300k from where I’d lived my whole life. Packed up the dog, the cat, and my teenaged daughter and started over. Was very hard at first for us both to adjust where we didn’t know a soul.Now we are both very happy. I am free to live life on my own terms & I am starting to find peace in my life, something I couldn’t accomplish without cutting ties with my family. The guilt about dropping out of my mother’s world is there, but the self-esteem I finally gained once gone is totally worth it.

I thought I walked away from it all when I went to college miles away from home, but I guess I was wrong. The summer before I went to college I started talking to this boy. I fell in love with this boy, but he was going nowhere. He had a girlfriend, I let my guards down. I wanted it all, I wanted nothing at all. I left it alone. I moved away to start anew, or so I thought.
He started calling me when I got up here. All the feelings came rushing in, just when I thought I was over him. I wasn’t. Things were so simple then, or so I thought. He broke up with his girlfriend. We took a shot at the long distance thing. A year and 2 months. He went back to his old girlfriend. He IS going nowhere.
I feel so trapped. So stuck. I wasted my college years away. I thought I had the courage to walk away from it all, but how could I when all I really want to do is go back? I want to start over in a new place, but I can’t, because I always want to go back. I want that courage to walk. Away from it all.

always be a little realistic, but do it! You’re not going to escape most of the problems you leave behind, but it’s so good to stop being static…

im just picking up and leaving.

i’m doing it. picking up and moving miles away. i have exactly two weeks to pack, cancel my phone and cable, file for a change of address and drive away. sounds easy enough. problem? i don’t have a place to live in this new town. but hey i have a whole two weeks. i’m excited and scared all at once. here goes nothing!

iv always lived in the same town since i was born until i was just under 16 when my family had to move bc of my dads job. this for me was a very eye opening experience especially bc i had never gone to a new school before and had grown up w/the same ppl since kinder.. so i transfered from a 950 student high school to a 3000 student body my sophomore year in a border town where only 4% of the school was the same ethnicity as me..and i’m doing it again this year but at least ill be in the same town and house, just a new school…wish me luck*

When I was 19 I bought a one way plane ticket to Miami and didn’t tell any of my friends or family. I packed the largest suitcase I could find and left. It was great for a while. Spent a lot of time getting to know new people and setting up a new life, but everything catches up to you eventually. It’s worth doing just to learn that it’s better to face what’s going on in your life.

And it was very, very worth doing.

So pack only what you need, donate the rest, and go.

Rootedness is vastly overrated.