Arrive again and again... Day 35, Road Trip 2018... Washington

I love to look at real estate, fantasize about living in that community. As a child I moved many many times, never attending a school for more than a year. I suppose there is something in me that never feels settled, never quite thinks I’m where I’m supposed to be.
Hawaii was the first place on planet earth my restlessness calmed, where I felt at home. I do trust that universal principle that the universe is conspiring for me, not against me. And it’s been a challenge on this trip to truly land. I’m constantly seeking certainty, signs.
Where am I supposed to be, what am I supposed to be doing? Accepting that I may never know, that my reprieve is to surrender to the fact that wherever I am and whatever I’m doing is right where I’m supposed to be.
This trip has been a practice in letting the day unfold, arriving again and again when my mind takes me away from what is... Yes, Heidi, arrive again.
It’s your life you’re missing when you are somewhere else.

Love,
Heidi