drifting vs settling
Since I was twelve I've been on the move, drifting from one experience to the next. I always aimed to run towards stuff, not away. This lead me to Minnesota, a college degree, studying abroad in two regions, countless jobs and loves. My leaps and bounds peaked in my mid-twenties and have been slowing down since then. With ownership of a house - and settling in it with my beloved - I feel the echoes and rings of my former lives and selves settling in around me like leaves falling from a tree. As if, before, all my living situations were temporary - my lease was never more than a year ahead. But now I am committing to at least five years, possibly ten or twenty if the horrors of moving and house buying stay strong in my memory and no external circumstances cause us to uproot.