June 4, 2019


I’m surrounded by people who are transitioning to their next big move, literally and figuratively. For a change, it’s not me. Any move, in my opinion, can be slightly unsettling. I like to know where I am and where I’m headed.

After a year of living on campus, my youngest son needed to secure a place to live for his fall term, no biggy, right? Uh, well, it turns out the vacancy rate is at an extreme low. That said, finding accommodations months in advance was a priority, which led us to an impromptu trip to his university town.

Thankfully he organized several showings, all within 45 minutes of each other, in, out, in, out, and yes, we found it! His home for the next three years, phew! I’m happy, he’s happy, and both of us have a sigh of relief. Not knowing where you’re going to land can be stressful. His next few years at university are all about transitions and developing a passion for what he wants to pursue.


I’m off to Montreal to celebrate my oldest son’s university graduation. Exciting times! I still remember him in his highchair; how did this happen so fast? A degree in journalism with a minor in sociology (will probably never see the light of day).

But, this boy is passionate about fashion and setting his sights on a career in the fashion industry. I can’t wait to see where he wears his degree. If anything, it will be something exciting and unexpected. Transitioning into the unknown seems to be his style. He always lands on his feet, and the shoes look great too.

My mom announced that she’s ready to sell her condo, and at 97 years of age, I think it’s time, right?! She’s moving to a senior’s home and preparing for the next phase of her life. However, this will undoubtedly be a huge transition for her. And It’s hard for me to imagine her living anywhere but her home. She’s so independent, wanting to do it her way, yet age has finally sneaked up. I know it’s the best for her… So I guess we’re both transitioning.


Writing this has made me realize that we’re all transitioning into the next something new. Honestly, it can be anything; only your imagination limits you to what’s next. So I’m keeping my imagination open for that next something, whatever that may be.



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