We moved back to New York and until we find a home of our own we are living with our children. We go from house to house (there are 3) trying not to wear out our welcome. We are constantly looking for pieces of paper or items of clothing in the piles of boxes in storage. Sometimes we find them and sometimes not. I find myself wondering if I really need all this stuff and then I think about some of my treasured memorabilia and decide I do.
This has been a humbling and enlightening experience. I thought I knew my children pretty well, but now we’ve shared more in the past several months, and I feel even closer to them. Each home is differently run and I sometimes feel like a chameleon adjusting and blending. I’ve certainly mastered the art of keeping my mouth shut.
This is a temporary situation for me, but there are those of us who wander for ever. Not so much in the physical sense of not having a permanent home, but in the spiritual sense, never landing in just the right spot or maintaining a safe existence.
It doesn’t have to remain that way. What would you do if you could have any life you want? How would you go about getting it?
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