In 2021, I retired from a high-stress position in healthcare management to pursue my love of writing and travel. My work has been featured in HuffPost, The New York Times, Katie Couric Media, Next Avenue, Business Insider, and other outlets.
In 2021, I retired from a high-stress position in healthcare management to pursue my love of writing and travel. My work has been featured in HuffPost, The New York Times, Katie Couric Media, Next Avenue, Business Insider, and other outlets.
We Sold Nearly Everything We Own And I've Never Felt Richer
Pulling away from our just-sold home in our Ram truck, I turn in the passenger seat and watch it fade from view. Nearly everything we own fits in the small trailer we’re towing behind us. The reality that we’re now without a home gut punches me, and I feel short of breath.
For a minute, I distract my racing mind with inconsequential thoughts like whether the new owners will maintain the lawn well or if I’ll miss watching the bats darting through our backyard each evening at dusk. I’ve enjoyed our neighbors and the beautiful landscape we cultivated together.
By the time we pull out of our neighborhood for the last time, I close my eyes and imagine my anxious thoughts slipping through the sunroof. As we hit the open road, the warm September sun floods the cab of our truck and my breathing steadies. I turn up the music, letting P!nk add some vibrancy and texture to the moment, and realize that though we’ve just sold nearly everything we own, I’m feeling a deep sense of abundance.
We Sold Nearly Everything and I Never Felt Richer
Pulling away from our just-sold home in our Ram truck, I turn in the passenger seat and watch it fade from view. Nearly everything we own fits in the small trailer we’re towing behind us. The reality that we’re now without a home gut punches me, and I feel short of breath.
For a minute, I distract my racing mind with inconsequential thoughts like whether the new owners will maintain the lawn well or if I’ll miss watching the bats darting through our backyard each evening at dusk. I’ve enjoyed our neighbors and the beautiful landscape we cultivated together.
By the time we pull out of our neighborhood for the last time, I close my eyes and imagine my anxious thoughts slipping through the sunroof. As we hit the open road, the warm September sun floods the cab of our truck and my breathing steadies. I turn up the music, letting P!nk add some vibrancy and texture to the moment, and realize that though we’ve just sold nearly everything we own, I’m feeling a deep sense of abundance.