i used to be in so much more of a hurry and perhaps having a stroke and subsequent health related issues was what it took to get a grip and stop letting life pass me by on my quest to always get to that other thing or that other place. People who know me would say it’s probably part of who I am. Truly I’ve spent most of my life moving around from place to place and 2 years was the maximum amount of time I have lived in any one place before. That’s a bit tragic when I think about it. I never had friends just acquaintance’s, although a few have truly been a significant part of my life, very few really get me. But now I have kids growing into who they will be and as much as traveling has given them a great early foundation of knowing themselves and us really well. The last thing I want is for them to continue our lifestyle just because it’s what we had to do to keep saine. It was our lifestyle choices but it doesn’t have to be there’s. So maybe now that I can’t afford to just pull up and move again it’s a time to be a little more settled and try to just connect. But inside I still feel the pull towards adventure and change. It’s kind of a tug of war that I’m continually trying to get a grip on so at least we can have some moments where we aren’t going anywhere. But it’s still difficult resting and being still.
