A Life measured in possibilities

Thirty years ago, I knew what I needed. I felt it in my soul, but those who loved me most had convinced me it wasn’t possible. It was as though I had misplaced a part of myself.
 
I tried to follow all the conventional “change your life” advice, but instead of expanding my world, the effort slowly buried my sense of wonder and optimism. The truth is, I didn’t have a dream. I simply trusted my imagination and believed that, somehow, it would become reality.
 
Then, a chance meeting changed everything. In an instant, doubt gave way to possibility. From that moment forward, the things I accomplished, experienced, and loved seemed to flow naturally from that newfound belief.
 
I had awakened to a simple, wondrous life.
 
But nine years ago, my husband and I began to sense new limitations. Nothing was wrong with our lives. In fact, from the outside, they seemed almost perfect. We had a mountain home for summers, an island home for winters, wonderful friends, and a life we had spent decades creating.
 
Yet something was missing.
 
After decades of immersive travel, we had discovered a deeper sense of community—a feeling of belonging to something larger and more universal than ourselves. We gradually realized that the United States, despite everything we loved about it, was no longer where we felt most at home.
 
When we decided to leave, some friends were genuinely concerned about our mental health. After all, who sells everything when life appears to be working perfectly?
 
We did.
 
Within 90 days, we sold virtually everything we owned and relocated more than 5,000 miles away to Capri, Italy.