From an early age I have loved the feeling of motion. In high school I can remember my mom trying to tempt me out of a bad mood by trips to far away malls. I found driving on the highway to be calming. I am fascinated by the amount of people and perspectives in the world. I love looking out the window of the car and seeing people as they pass. I always find myself wondering if that person who went by in a blur could be my future best friend or my worst enemy. What is their life like? Are they happy or was today the worst day of their life?
And, the more I have explored the world the more people I have passed. The more perspectives I have been able to understand. It's been one of my greatest privileges and joys. My exposure to the human condition across cultures has been the greatest gift.
But, things have started to shift. I have started wondering what happens when I stop moving. Can I stop moving? Will I ever have a place I think of as home? The answers to these questions are not known but I think it's about time to find out. As we prepare to move house next week into a rental, I yearn for something permanent in my life. I want consistency and stability for Skyler. I want a corner of the world that belongs to my family.
Stewart and I have been saving our pennies to build a sustainable, log home but we just don't know where to build it. The trouble is, I don't know of a place I can commit to right now. And, because of that I feel ill at ease.
Today we went and bought a set of Le Crueset pots and pans that will last a lifetime. I just needed something that I know will be ours. A bit of consistency that can travel with us until we can make a brave choice to put down roots, build a home and learn to see the world through vacations.
But, then again, I would still love to live in China...
hmmmmmmmmmm....
1 comments:
I'm sure you'll know the right place at the right time - just hope it's not China!!! Love Mum X
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