Sounds like your process is half way there. That trek you call preparing for the next phase of your life, which has already begun.

In case you are wondering it begins about now. The very moment you realize the fact one day inevitably you could be alone. That day has arrived. The thought. Not the inevitability.

I know. I am there as well. A joint of a place akin to what kids feel when they realize when on the cusp of departing their original home, that they are leaving alone. But no quite. But close enough to begin for the first time to wonder, what awaits, While for them time is in abundance. One or two or more screw-ups matters not so much. But for the likes of you. And me. And the others hanging out in the same joint of a place, as we wonder all so often what is becoming of us?

Maybe only then something happens. Does it not? We begin to arrange our things and their worries and our minds and its worries as well, arranging our journey around the simple fact, one day we will be alone. Beginning now. For me that means getting back to what makes me happy when in a state of solitude.

Thanks for sharing in the wonders of a man on the move. Not sprinting or flashing about, but moving...pondering, one step into the good night, nevertheless... viewing thoughts with a new set of old eyes. Maybe that is what really maters.