Outside our small safe place flies Mystery... A snake beneath the forest floor, a whisper: Melusine

I just found out today that my store is closing on February 20th.  That means only two more paychecks until I'm unemployed for a little while again.  I'm trying not to feel too bad about it, but I hate the stress of having to close up shop and then go through the whole process of finding a new job where I have to get used to a whole new group of people again.  I like routine.  However, what I am looking forward to is getting more "me" time.  I've got twelve more Tarot cards finished and soon I'll have enough time to finish up a graphic novella I started last summer with my best friend.  Not to mention sleeping in.  I want to move, yet I hate change.  I should look at the store closing as more of a new opportunity, but all I see is something ending.  I will write more tomorrow.  There is so much for me to think about.