I remember writing a poem sometime - God knows what happened to it - could be in my first book? About being tired of new beginnings. Yeah, and endings too, since they seem so closely related.
My family moved a lot when I was a child. Certainly that gave me a lot of resilience, ability to cope with and accept change as inevitable. Yet on the down side, loss of neighborhood and friends, frustration at having to start everything all over again, and again and again.
I don't think we lived in one place for more than 3 or 4 years at the most until I moved out at 16 or 17. And still kept moving - somehow by then it was a lifestyle. Though not consciously, each choice that I made from then on out appeared to include moving. Job, relationship, adventure, commitment - all eventually included moving - across town or across the country, even out of the country once.
I have now lived in San Mateo for about 11 years. The longest I have been in one physical location in my life. Still I have ended up moving several times within the city, even to different apartments in the same building, during this time.
My most recent move was about a year and a half ago, when I bought my condo in Woodlake. It was a good choice for many reasons. Yet I am now consciously at the point of figuring out whether to invest time and money (and heart) in making this condo more comfortable, how I might actually afford something better (i.e. bigger), or if I should move to somewhere with lower housing and living costs.
And begin again. For better or worse though, now I take more of msyelf with me when I go. And some things now don't have to end, but just change.
My family moved a lot when I was a child. Certainly that gave me a lot of resilience, ability to cope with and accept change as inevitable. Yet on the down side, loss of neighborhood and friends, frustration at having to start everything all over again, and again and again.
I don't think we lived in one place for more than 3 or 4 years at the most until I moved out at 16 or 17. And still kept moving - somehow by then it was a lifestyle. Though not consciously, each choice that I made from then on out appeared to include moving. Job, relationship, adventure, commitment - all eventually included moving - across town or across the country, even out of the country once.
I have now lived in San Mateo for about 11 years. The longest I have been in one physical location in my life. Still I have ended up moving several times within the city, even to different apartments in the same building, during this time.
My most recent move was about a year and a half ago, when I bought my condo in Woodlake. It was a good choice for many reasons. Yet I am now consciously at the point of figuring out whether to invest time and money (and heart) in making this condo more comfortable, how I might actually afford something better (i.e. bigger), or if I should move to somewhere with lower housing and living costs.
And begin again. For better or worse though, now I take more of msyelf with me when I go. And some things now don't have to end, but just change.
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