Nothing Remains As It Was

I am moving - again. That is what people say to me when I tell them: "Again?"

I guess I have moved a lot in recent years. And, I am moving again. I don't need to move: there is nothing wrong with where I am living. It is small and has lovely trees out the bedroom window. Centrally located. And yet, the quiet of an abode 6 miles out of town is calling. More space. A little more privacy.

As I pack and reflect on my time here I do have moments of sadness. Mostly though I think back to other moves and leavings. I was recalling my childhood moves. With a father in the military we moved a lot. I remember my Mom putting a large box in the middle of my bedroom when I was 8. I could put in there the toys, books, stuffed animals I wanted to take with me. That was all. Final. I remember standing in that room and looking out at a blooming bush ( we were living in Hawaii pre-statehood ), and feeling really sad that I was leaving friends I had made and played with for a year. A school I liked. My life changing and we were moving to Illinois. Illinois? I had to look it up. Great Lakes Naval Base.

It has been a time of more reflection than ever before on  'moving' and leaving'. Another significant leaving was when I went into the Peace Corps and basically, over about 9 months, dismantled my entire life. Until I ended up, my last night in my house, on the floor in a sleeping bag with only two keys on my keychain. Letting go of those keys, bit by bit, struck me as the symbol of my leaving. 

So now I am thinking in terms of 'lasts': last weekend, last Monday....etc. Moving is a hassle. And, I am excited. New rooms. New adventures. New paths and road to walk. 

If you have a hard time with 'leaving', wanting things to always remain as they are, call/text me: 360-432-1236.