I had to smile as I signed the lease papers this morning: The Lilac Room? I had a horrible thought of cloying floral smell. ‘Very…but only in colour,’ promised the agent, returning to the stack of contracts and payment receipts.
Today is moving day, again. Its an easier one physically, a more difficult one conceptually than my previous moves. It took weeks to leave Barrington, transferring carloads of ‘Brit Boxes’ and bits of furniture to Maastricht. What remained in Sandbanks was only clothes, office supplies, books and papers for the business. ‘familiar and personal things, but it added up to surprisingly little when piled on my bed this morning. I folded clothes into suitcases and filled Tesco Freezer bags with organized categories of stray items.
It only took an hour.
I came down to Sandbanks six months ago as a temporary haven: A wonderful friend gave me the time and space I needed to get a key result for the business, secure my finances and funding, come to terms with my losses, and prepare for life’s next act. I owe them a lot.
Why have things come to this, yet again?
People tell me that my circumstances are a direct result of my choices. But I didn’t ‘chose’ to be moving across Poole today, ‘embrace’ the circumstances of leaving Barrington, ‘seek’ the losses and compromises of the past months. Nobody would willingly choose to live in such difficult or discouraging times.
But I did choose to build my own businesses, build a new life, move to Europe to do it. Meaningful work, talented people, creative control, keep what I win, travel and culture to share, a full life to create. I committed, and remain passionate about, those choices.
The link between choice and circumstances is then a question of how? ‘Not just what methods or which traveling companions, but about how I deal with events and adversity when they happen. I try to stick with principles, rebuild relationships, stay to the high road, keep a positive outlook, persist when things turn out to be harder and take longer than I thought without becoming frustrated or discouraged.
But its easier in principle than practice.
The new neighborhood looks good, filled with places to explore. The house has a nice kitchen that I want to break in with a favorite marinara recipe. I’m meeting my new housemates, and am getting my little lilac office settled into my big lilac room. It’s only a three month let: time enough to finally resolve things and a nice step above the alternative ‘lets that I visited around Bournemouth and Poole the past two weeks.
It will work out fine for now. But as I turned in my keys and shut the gate for the last time, I promised myself that I will not do this again. Ever.
Next time I move, its with purpose, towards permanence.