Resettling - what an odd word that is. We're back in the States for a year-and-a-half now. It has been a tough rollercoaster ride. We made some new friends, reconnected with old ones, and, sadly, lost some friends along the way.
Still, we are without roots and I find myself clinging to the rare true friend I encounter, fearing it's almost a matter of time before they too move along. The people who can so unconditionally love because of blood ties are far, and I long for them from time to time. The longer I stay here, the more the ties, that keep making me look back, are being loosened.
Tragedy has happened this past year, and it changes everything.
Reinventing my life made me question my choices in every aspect of my life. Foundations did crack, but will be rebuild.
Resettling, such an odd word...but that is what has taken up my past year-and-a-half. I will be resettled, and hope to flourish.
