The times, they are a changing

It always starts as a brief notion. You entertain it for a nano second and then it's gone for a while.
Then a few more breezy thoughts pickup over time and carry with it the seeds of change. Somewhere in your plan they begin to grow. You begin noticing at some point that things will eventually half to change. You deny it for a while, try to live in the present, cross that road when you get to it, tell yourself it's a long way off so don't stress. And then at some point you actually get to that crossroad, and you find that it's either taken so long to get there that you are no longer as excited about entertaining that decision, or it creeps up on you suddenly as you believed it would probably never happen (but we well know the woman who, with child, tries to find consulation in being pregnant forever) it's a strange feeling when surreal meets real, the point when plans meet reality. You can feel a change within yourself, wether resolve or surrederence. We are going to sell our house, we are going to move away, we are going to open a new chapter in our book. These kinds of statments have been rampant in my mind for a few weeks now. Even though the house isn't even on the market yet(possibly this coming week), even though the market is so sluggish right now (13 months worth of inventory available), even though we don't know when (we have no time table), the times, they are a changing and it's our time. So like the sprouting seed we are taking that step to show a little faith and a little hope.