Sent a text message to my broker this evening — I won’t be renewing my lease when it ends in mid-May.
She asked me where I was moving to and my honest reply was: I don’t know.
And here are some other things I don’t know for now, but am not too worried about:
1. I don’t know where I’m going to live in June, when I come back from a quick trip to Cebu, followed by another quick one to Dumaguete for the 50th anniversary of the National Writers’ Workshop, then (hopefully — fingers crossed) to a little ashram in Cavite for ten days of Vipassana.
2. I don’t know how I’m going to finish the personal writing project with the big deadline set in August. I really don’t, but somehow I see it happening.
3. I don’t know what I’ll be like after I’ve pared down the number of anchors I cling hard and fast to in my life (one of them literally) to almost zero, determinedly trying to rely only on myself. But things look promising.
4. I don’t know if I’ve found my True North, then decided to switch directions, or if I’ve suddenly developed an inner compass that I know now where to go. We’ll see.
And so: good night, and good luck.