I found moving exhilarating as well as nerve-wracking; it gave me a chance to get rid of mountains of stuff I no longer liked nor needed. Now, for example, I have only possessions that I love and am starting to unload some of them, also. Less to dust and repair.
Every new move enabled me to re-evaluate both metaphysically and practically. I was never able to get it completely right and that was also good. When I think of my wish list twenty-five years ago and my present one, I have to laugh.
My fantasy now would be a guy, who never speaks, with a chain saw, a brush hog and a Dr. of Landscape Architecture, rather like Capability Brown, who could also paint, reroof and do carpentry, plumbing and electric repairs.
I awaken often during the night but listen to audio books on a Walkman in the dark with my eyes closed. It prevents the brain from running in overdrive and enlightens me. At the present, I am almost through the David McCullough bio. of John Adams, a redoubtable soul and excellent roll model. As a 62-year-old president, he rushed out of the White House in the middle of the night when the building next store caught on fire; he joined the bucket brigade.
That’s the metaphor, isn’t it?
(I never, ever turn the computer on as a cure for insomnia.)