It’s a familiar feeling–pre-departure blues. These last few weeks are now rushing toward me and a dull feeling of panic is settling in.
My life’s lesson seems to be how to live with insecurity, but then, is anything really secure? My house is my refuge, but it could burn down. Marriage certainly doesn’t last forever. Love changes. And jobs? Every job I’ve had has been contract to contract. Things change. And, yet, when I simply trust life, I always land on my feet. Somehow, it always works out.
So I’m homing in. Nesting. At the same time I’m getting my tickets in order, packing my bags and planning to fly to the other side of the world. These stay-at-home blues are familiar, especially now when this whole things seems to have taken on a life of its own.
The thing is, I love to be new places, but I don’t really like the traveling part. I want to get somewhere and then take my time exploring it.