So I was all packed and ready to move to Bangor. The housing authority called when I was out and told me my application had been accepted and to call back to make an appointment. Meanwhile, I had decided to stay here in Eastport. My ambivalence came to a head when we had a nice enough day that I decided to put the chickens back in their coop. They have been in the basement since the window in the coop broke during a storm and the place filled with snow. I will refrain from describing the mess I had to clean out. Suffice it to say that I had to shovel wet "mud" for two hours straight. Then I replaced the window, put down clean bedding, returned the feeder and waterer to their proper places, and waited to see how the girls would react. I didn't know what to expect, since they have not been in the coop for months. Well, they were thrilled. We all celebrated with a bag of Microwave popcorn, and I knew right then that I was not going to Bangor. I love my life here. I contacted my landlady, who told me that the house is mine as long as I want it.
Since then I have spent my time unpacking the boxes I had packed. It has taken me weeks to do it, but things are pretty well organized again. I took advantage of the situation and rearranged the rooms. Change is what I crave, so I did it within the context of my newly beloved home.