By nature, I am prone to the aniticipation of leaving a place and finding myself in the midst of transition. I love ports of travel for this very reason--it's like life's purgatory and I am the mayor.
There's something ethereal in the unknown. That very feeling gives me a sense of security, moreso than a day to day plan which can seem to turn into an endless abyss of time.
An artist friend of mine, while describing his timeline in New Orleans, commented that he usually marks his life by years of moving to different cities, but since living in New Orleans--the one place he's stayed the longest--he's seem to have lost the frame of time, all moving into a blur.
So, I move and I move often. This period in my life, however, has found me oddly excited about my return to New Orleans. This is the first time, in fact, that I've spent my birthday--by choice-- in the same place, 2 year anniversary folks!
I believe there are some places that fit with the individual; some places that make every day feel completely different and memorable from the next, even when the mundane chores of life fall heavily upon most days, there's something about the place that makes all of that redeemable.
I don't know what I'm hearing inside, if the foundations of my life are settling into the ground but I know that someday soon I'll find those cracks that ensue upon the walls of an old settled house just as beautiful and ethereal as the unknown in the unsettled life I lead.
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