This morning I went to the French immersion school in Bellevue to vote for my next president (1st turn). After I was done -it only took about 10 minutes- I sat in my car and cried. I miss France. So much.
I have roots. Here in Seattle, in France, in Orange County a bit (my baby certainly has 50% of his roots there!). I don't feel however that I have deep roots anywhere. I just want to get to know people. Really know them. Grow with them, learn alongside them. And that doesn't happen by packing and moving every 5 years or so.
I wish I were someone who could feel at home anywhere. Someone from my team said we should "bloom where we're planted." I should definitely remember to do just that.
2 comments:
Oh friend, it must be hard to feel that way, with your friends and family spread out amongst 3 different places. You do have roots, just multiple, spread out roots. :) And since you are most likely staying for a while longer (YES!) you can plant those roots even deeper. Love you.
I hear you. It's not easy living so far away from family and various friends. 5 years is the longest we've lived anywhere as well & sometimes it's hard to resist the 'moving itch'! But the best thing about having family and friends spread all over the place is that you've always got loved ones to visit (and will visit you). I'm glad your roots are growing deeper where you are now. You are certainly blooming where you are planted. :-)
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