Moving.
we've all done it.
the boxes. the schlepping of the heavy, cumbersome, and then the mystery of opening each one to find things you forgot you had or wish you didn't.
So what is it that motivates us to keep straining, stressing, and relocating?
For most of us it's the ongoing pursuit of happiness -- whether it's to be closer to friends and family, to be with a loved one, or to further your education. Most importantly, I believe it's about finding a place where you just know you are supposed to be.
Currently my former LA roommate is learning the art of higher education paired with a brand new city -- I know the feeling, and I can only empathize with the roller coaster she's about to experience! The most difficult part of a new place, space, and no familiar face (yeah, that rhymes and it wasn't intentional) is learning to cope with the silence around you and the endless shouting that comes from inside -- and no I don't hear voices!
So over the past few years of trying to balance the silence with noise Ive started collecting the cards, scraps, and photos that really just make me smile. One that I always go back to is a card that I got in the first month I lived alone in Los Angeles. It was the first real mail I got after all the people who made me feel sane filtered back to GA.
It wasn't a "You can do it" or an "I miss you" card, but more a 'you've been on my mind", "let me share my life experience with you" and a reminder why I was doing what I was doing card. It made my month then and again it brightened my day when I happened across it again unpacking a week or so ago.
I am a firm believer that life needs more moments that stumbling across the simplest of cards can bring.
Miss you!