...is the tiniest sign. Maybe it's a silent deal you make, pleading with the universe to find that one elusive CD. Bargaining your luck against retail reality and the forces that be when - there it is. Right in front of you, and suddenly what you need to do is perfectly clear. Or maybe you're at the grocery store, dizzy from days of waiting and wondering and packing and organizing. Too restless to just be here, to let all the anticipation ebb. Then, there it is, the song piped in from the Muzak Gods: life in a northern town.
And that's all the sign you need to know what you've already known for ages, somewhere deep enough inside you that you'd almost forgotten: that this is where you belong, right now.
Take it easy on yourself.