Asked the incredulous psychic I got a reading from on Friday evening.
"Uh, yeah, I bought my one way plane ticket..."
Yeah, it was really reassuring. She told me that Portland will be better than Ann Arbor for me, but that there is another city that I will move to not long after I move to Portland that will be a much better match - somewhere in Southern California. She also told me that I should go back to school to be a librarian. Which my current boss was very happy to hear.
I also am supposedly going to meet a broad-chested, lean, light-haired man with facial hair who will I will have a deep spiritual connection with. This is slated to happen in December. But this was difficult for her to see, because of the clog on one my love chakra. This purple-colored clog is apparently that of addiction. Coincidentally, this purple-colored clog also came for a spontaneous visit on Friday evening, which ended up lasting until Sunday morning. It left me feeling, well, clogged. Just when you think a door is closed, a gale-force wind blows in from the center of the state and leaves that door swinging on it's hinges. So I just have to keep my head on straight. Which is easier now than it ever has been - and that's a welcomed change. But certain words never lose their appeal, and it's hard to be unaffected.
But, no more on that! Because I'll write myself in to a tizzy and before we all know it a 17-year-old version of me will be gushing and bursting at the seams with pure sap.
The countdown begins. It's just about 4:30 now, meaning that I have 9 days of work left. Wow - single digits! Unreal.
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