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Infinite Moving

Today’s prompt.

I’ve moved a lot. 

I recently read an article that said a study found that the stress of moving is equivalent to the stress of losing a parent or sibling. I don’t know if I believe that. But I can say there is one major difference between these different life events. You can get better at moving.

I have moved more times than I can count. So many. This makes the typical light conversation of “where are you from?” a difficult one that I often dread and have answered in a million different ways at different times. The most common reply is “I’ve moved a lot.” Then I hope that whomever I’m speaking with leaves it at that and doesn’t decide to open Pandora’s box of moving. 

Moving is stressful but you can get good at it. My boyfriend and I travel a lot and we have gotten SO GOOD (I mean, SO GOOD) at packing a hotel room and vacating in literally minutes. We used to be really bad, though, which didn’t go well with our affinity for road trips. So we learned.

On a larger scale, I’ve done roughly the same with moving. Even though I’m good at it and can find joy in a putting all my things in new places, I’d really like to stop moving for a few years. 

I think people who don’t move a lot sometimes see it as glamorous. When I get this sense from someone, I try not to sound ungrateful. In reality, I’m usually at least a little bit jealous of their lives in one place. 

My boyfriend and I recently road tripped through Ireland and stopped in to meet my sister’s new husbands family. They had lived in their town for decades and the whole town knew them all, said hello, and greeted them with a friendly face. I thought it was beautiful.

I know the saying “the grass is always greener…” but I still pray that someday I’ll have roots.

I am so grateful for every experience I’ve had through moving but I’m hoping I’ll eventually defy another popular saying:

“You can’t have roots and wings.”

Says who? 

I say all this because I want to remember my hope for the future so I can feel grateful joy someday far off in the future when I get asked where I’m from and I don’t respond with “I’ve moved a lot.”

 

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