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another leap of faith

The first leap happened February 4, 2011.

That day, after living 29 years in a housing co-op in Verdun — my hometown —, I told the co-op members I was leaving… moving out… moving on. I hadn’t found a place to live, yet. I had no clue where I’d end up. I left my spacious five-and-a-half flat at the end of June 2011.

Four months of hell ensued. In October 2011 — exhausted, sick, disillusioned —, I escaped to the mountains where my son had found me a safe haven.

The second leap happened today, February 6, 2013.

I sent my landlords an email saying I wouldn’t be renewing my lease. On July 1, 2013, I’ll be leaving my cramped one-and-a-half basement flat. I’ll be moving out… moving on. I haven’t found a place to live, yet. I have no clue where I’ll end up. All I know is that I want to live above ground. I want a view. I want a balcony. I want a place big enough to have a room with a BED. I want a place to call “home” again.

What is it with the month of February…
Coincidence?

The Wild Me

Whenever I need to heal myself — physically, mentally, emotionally, spiritually —, it’s automatic: my animal instinct rules over my social life — the Wild Me retreats to her cave.

That’s where I’ve been for the past three months… why I was absent from my blog, from Facebook, from Twitter. These tranquil moments, frozen in time and boring as hell, gave me a chance to understand and settle loads of stuff. Good thing, too, because I really needed a break — my health took a beating, this year, causing stress… generating fear… which, no doubt, made matters even worse. I won’t go into all the details, I just want to inform you that things are getting better and better because, as you know, the best is always yet to come — ya mon!

Speaking of the *best*… and despite my health problems… I have a few achievements to brag about regarding my “shape up or ship out” challenge. I’ll tell you all about them after the Holidays.

And how are YOU doing?

love maze