back on the Gypsy wagon

Sometimes the Universal power knows what is best for us before we do and when it does it sends us a kick in the pants to get moving. So with my kick in the ass well understood, I picked my dragging feet up and moved my life to Great Falls, Montana.
I stand a changed woman, already. I'm humble, hopeful, strong and still growing. 28 years old and life has given me a chance to reinvent it from the inside out.

I left Salt Lake on a Friday in my 1989 gold Volvo station wagon, armed with an arrangement of beautiful wild flowers from my work family, my Ipod playing through the cassette tape adapter and my sweet, trusting companion in the back sleeping peacefully on his fluffy bed. I used the protective plastic wrap around the flowers to gauge the wind as we travelled. That morning I packed a Uhaul truck with my belongings, went to work to say one last "see you later" and pick up Ziggy. I was met with warm hugs, sad faces and some tears, mostly mine. I'll never forget the pep talk my sweet Jules gave me, I didn't want to let her go. But alas, I closed the car door and looked down at the note attached the flowers: "you are much loved." I smiled, sobbed a bit more and pulled out of the parking lot I'd driven to every day for 2 years for the last time. From there, Zig and I met up with our travel caravan, Brett in the Uhaul and me behind him and we went on our way. Up Legacy highway, to I-15, 3.5 hours north to my brother's house. We stayed the night there and started back on the road again by noon Saturday, but not before a slight bump in the road that had me thinking I was going to have to turn around and go back to Salt Lake to a job I no longer had and a home I no longer lived in. After that uncertainty was taken care of, we met no mishaps other than a wrong turn or two, only then would Ziggy wake up and look at me as if he knew we'd gone the wrong way... By 7:30pm we were pulling down Cherokee Avenue to Mom's house.

Now here I sit, Tuesday morning, with a cup of home roasted coffee and my Ziggy sleeping at my feet. Yesterday I sent Brett home in a rental car. I had a moment of panic rush in, I felt like I was really all alone here but then shook it off. Everything is as it should be and I'm exactly where I am supposed to be. Those words have kept me going at rough times over the last two years.

Here I am surrounded by wheat fields, goose, deer and lots of quietness. Ziggy has a lot of room to run and 2 new dog buddies, Hamilton a wirehaired pointing Gryphon and a Corgi named Jefferson along with 3 horse friends, Baloo, JR and Frank. Oh and I can't forget the kitties, Long Tail and Short tail are calico sisters that live in the barn and Felix the girl cat here in the house.

All is well so far, stay tuned for more Gyspy travels and adventures. :)