Clocking Out

What is that alarm that goes off, the sense of uneasiness, or in my case, a feeling of "my job here is done" when you know it is time to leave a place and move on.  I've gone to every store, been to events at every venue, met all the neighbors, decorated and renovated the house, landscaped the yard, driven all the roadways and then a feeling of "I'm done" and I know it is time to pack up and go.  I've done this multiple times over my lifetime and the inner feeling is a very strong one that I must heed.  This time it is the strongest feeling yet.   I've discovered that I can't get away from my crazy neighbors next door.  I hate sitting for hours on the freeway just to go a few miles.  Can't stand the bureaucracy at the job.  I love this house I have made a lovely hilltop retreat.  I love the view of the canyon at sunset when twinkling lights begin to appear on the other hillside.  I still remember vividly the breeze carrying the scent of sagebrush in the french doors ---  uh, oh right,  I'm allergic to sage!  Time to move.