Once again, it is time to be replanted. Being moved around has usually been a positive experience for me. It allows for a reordering of life, a review of priorities, a reestablishment of discipline. It helps you get rid of extra clutter, which so subtly complicates life. It opens wide a whole new horizon of opportunities and relationships.
Yet it also tears away many of the old roots. Habits, good or bad, are frequently destroyed and must be remade. Relationships, which so much effort has been put into, can be either ended, put on hold, or altered in status. Familiar surroundings, upon which often rests much of our feelings of identity and security, are left behind.
I desire to live in a way that makes goodbyes unnecessary. To say what needs said when it needs saying, not at the last possible moment. To do the things you'd 'like to do together' when you want, not just before departure. To leave without regrets, but with hope for the future and joy in the memory of things passed.
So, to the other side of the world it is.
