“Lay a firm foundation with the bricks that others throw at you.” -David Brinkley
“Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn’t stop for anybody.” ― Stephen Chbosky
I like writing because it gives me a sense of place, which is one thing I’ve never been able to grasp. You know those people who have lived in one town, and in one house their entire lives? The kind of people that have roots that run super deep? Growing up, I always wished I was one of those people, but alas, it was not meant to be that way.
I was raised by a pair of gypsies and have lived all over the U.S. As an adult, I can see how much moving from place to place helped shape who I am. It’s helped me to be open to and embrace change. I guess it’s a good thing I’m not afraid of change, because it sure likes to knock on my door.
Are nomadic tendencies inherited?
Furthering my reputation as a nomad, I am writing this blog post to announce my husband and I are moving…again.
The short version of our long story is some things didn’t work out for us here in Illinois and we have both arranged to get our old jobs back in St. Charles and we’re moving back to Missouri. Basically we’re starting our old lives over again.
I’m excited about this move. I’m very happy to get back to my writer’s group and get back into a routine.
Silence isn’t always golden:
One thing I am a bit fearful of is facing the silence that will come with moving back to the city.
What I mean by that is my city life is a lot more solitary, which I am not necessarily opposed to, however I know in this silence, a lot of pain in the form of grieving for my father may surface. You see, for the past six months, I’ve been devoting myself to making sure my mom and younger sister are okay. Aside from a little bit of blog writing and completing my manuscript, I’ve not had a lot of alone time for contemplation.
The added miles between my family and I will no doubt free up my time, time that I have previously spent taking care of others. I guess moving can be seen as a blessing, as a present to myself. With this solitude I may finally have the time to give my father’s memory the proper grieving it rightly deserves.
As a writer I will no doubt reflect, record and share my journey with the world. After all, that’s the best way I know to deal with challenge, adventure and change.
I know this move, while a bit inconvenient, is all a part of our journey, a part of our path. I am not worried about what our future holds. It will all work out…and then Change will come knocking again
How do you feel about change?
I’d love to hear from you. Leave me a comment in the section below and let me know how you deal with changes.