I’ve made it to my new home in Europe, southern Portugal (the Algarve for you geography wonks).
This isn’t the first time I’ve picked up and moved to another country – I lived in Costa Rica for about 4 years and spent about 6 years in Vancouver, Canada. I just happened to be born and raised in the United States and have never stood on formality about believing I need to stay in the U.S. – but I did always return.
However, this is the first time that I’m making the move permanent – or at least that’s my intention. Ron and I sold our house, all the furnishings in it, and gave away most of our other stuff. As a result, we’ve checked 5 big suitcases and are sending along a couple of pallets with books, our computers and personal effects (like some hand-picked pictures and letters). The pallets are suppose to show-up in about 3 months.
Yes 5 suitcases and Sawyer! 

You know how you save things from the past?

One of the five suitcases we’re taking. I don’t pack like this – I was staging! 
Everybody’s different in what and how much they save. I made the hard decision to trash or recycle boxes and boxes of stuff like grade school report cards, high school newspaper articles I wrote, video tapes of my work as a TV reporter, certificates of accomplishments I collected. I jettisoned countless framed and unframed pictures collected over the decades – I’m of the generation that we didn’t have everything digital as we do now and we put stuff in photo albums. (Do people do that anymore?).
Oh, and then there’s the clothes! I toted probably 20 full big garbage bags stuffed with clothes, shoes and accessories to my favorite charity thrift stores. Some of that stuff had been with me for decades, literally – mostly because I’d say to myself, “I haven’t worn that in ages, but I’m going to keep it just in case!” (Do you know what I’m talking about? Are you one of the men or women who do this? Let me know here).
But this time, instead of hauling my past around in boxes of memorabilia and clothes, I decided on a deep purge… a lot of the stuff spanned different stages of my life, which even makes less sense to keep them because they’re not my style anymore… I haven’t worn evening gowns, fancy purses and shoes for more than 2 decades. The same with earrings – dozens of pairs (about time, I let my piercings close-up long ago). Oh, and jumpsuits? Yikes.
Anyway, as I sit here writing this at the airport, I’m grateful for the opportunity to have been compelled to “clean house” on my personal belongings. Both Ron and I agreed that this is how we were going to land in our new home – with the promise to live “lighter” with fewer possessions from our earlier lives as we forge this new beginning in Europe.

So next time I write you, I’ll be connecting from my new perch in Portugal.

I’m looking forward to resuming my online work from there, having taken a break to do all this purging I’m talking about! I’ll also be developing new online course offerings and live retreats that I can’t wait to share with you!

I should have shown you my closet before I ripped through everything but I was singularly focused on moving it all out. 

With Love, Becca

P.S. Moving can stir us up in different ways. How about you? Email and let me know your thoughts!