Sunday, March 27, 2011

Packing.



Several years back, I think it was 2001 or 2002, I moved 8 times. EIGHT. My father dubbed me “The Gypsy Queen” and I can’t say that I hated the nickname.

I have recognized a pattern in my life since then; one of moving, changing, evolving, never settling. This always reminds me of my childhood when I was running away and never felt “stable” or at peace. I constantly felt a pull or a need to keep trying something new and different.

My biggest passion is to travel and explore. The World, really. And often I feel this is why I’ve never a) found a true home or b) found a true soul mate. 

As I am packing up my life (aka possessions) once again this weekend, I can’t help but feel excited and hopeful, like I always do in these situations. The hope of something bigger and better around the corner.
I doubt I will ever have true roots set down anywhere. And that thought doesn’t scare me; it encourages me. I am a Bohemian at my very core. 

Even being a parent, this hasn't deterred my true nature and I know this will only benefit Berlyn one day. I want her to see things and experience things others haven't. It is possible to raise a child with structure AND adventure, regardless of what anyone says.

In the words of U2, I still haven’t found what I’m looking for….and it feels good to me.

2 comments:

this is me. said...

i feel for you. that is why i have chosen not to have a family so i can do what i want, whenever i want. i'm not worried about roots or social connections because i know i will make them somewhere else (but that doesn't mean i'll forget old friends and such).

i admire that you still have that wanderlust even if you have baby b. keep doing your thing.

Ninjagaiden78 said...

Happy packing and moving!

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