Do You Know What You're Doing? No.

In March 2018, I had a fire lit inside of me that I needed to move back home to San Antonio. I knew that I wanted to be in Texas before July 1st. Why this date? I honestly don't know but I knew it was going to happen. I didn't know how or what I was going to do when I got here, but it didn't matter. I just knew it had to be done. 
So I started getting organized in April with the most important things I needed to handle like how I was going to get my belongings to San Antonio, health insurance, finding new Physicians & Specialists, transportation service, living arrangements, etc. I was able to have my items shipped by the UPS Store for a reasonable price so I started shipping my items months in advance so that all I needed to bring to San Antonio was me. The items I wasn't going to bring with me I sold on Facebook marketplace and that paid for my shipping costs. 
The most important thing I needed to focus on between April and June was staying as healthy as possible and not get too stressed over the move and the responsibilities I needed to take care of. I was working 2 jobs at the time which was equivalent to a part time job. I made the decision to stop working mid May so the last month of my time in Colorado was to focus on tying up loose ends and making sure I would be ready for my move. Just as May was upon us, I went to my Physicians and Dentist to get in my last follow up appointments and prescriptions taken care of. Well, in the midst of this I start experiencing some issues to where I needed to see my Gynecologist for unexplained bleeding. This was literally the last thing I needed to be dealing with. I'm trying to move and I'll be damned if my health was going to jeopardize this. I had to have surgery towards the end of May. Luckily I was able to leave that same day of the surgery and go home. Thank God for my friends who took care of me during my recovery period. 
I left Colorado on June 29th and my sister drove me from Houston to San Antonio on July 1st. I hadn't realized it until after the fact that I moved to Colorado in June 1998. I moved back to Texas exactly 20 years later in June 2018. Remember I said earlier that I didn't know how, what, or why I needed to move back home to San Antonio. That's the same scenario I had when I knew I had to move to Colorado. I didn't have a clue as to what I was getting myself into. I just knew I had to go. 
Being a bit more responsible and organized this go around, I had my health insurance, transportation service lined up, and living arrangements at my parent's house lined up before I set foot in Texas.  Little did I know how much the decision to stay with mom and dad was going to shed light on my purpose for being here. 
As soon as I got off the plane in Houston, I felt like I could breathe again both literally and figuratively. I can't explain the figuratively part just yet. That will come later. Physically, being at a lower altitude definitely was a step in the right direction for my health. Next I needed to give it at least a month before I would deflate and truly feel a difference.  I say deflate because I was so swollen from the combination of my medications and the climate change from dryness to humidity. Being gone 20 years, you would think that maybe I would at least feel something emotionally good or bad. Well, it honestly felt like I was picking up where I left off but with a different perspective and attitude. I would like to think with more wisdom than when I left but that remains to be seen.