As I pack up to go to Ohio, where it seems everything is out of my control, I realize that I am not at ease in leaving the life here. I am the alpha dog of the house!
Everyone listens to me: from the dog, to the handyman and cleaner, the accountant, the plumber. Add the neighbors who seem to value my opinion, others on the island, and there you have it. I feel very alpha here.
I'll lose my status in Cleveland, where I will be a patient and also relying on the kindness of strangers for my day to day goings on.
It was that way when I bought the property here and I didn't ever foresee a day where I would feel alpha in this environment. Now I do and feel uneasy about the ways of life north of the border! Weird, huh?