No matter where you go, there you are

We moved to a new neighborhood. ​

This move, like others, was so much work. Part of that work is deciding what to take along/leave behind. Winnowing away to make the move lighter, paring down to the essentials is hard. Boxes that have made several moves become a difficult challenge with their contents calling up memories instantly; the smallest of things, the oldest, faded, the barely readable, the broken. There were lots of Goodwill bound bags and bags heaped up high curbside for garbage pick up, but even so there are memory boxes that will always travel with me.

With all the 'shedding skin', my true nature's revealed itself over time. Truths about myself that stay the same no matter where I am or how many years have gone by.

I sit here writing and loving it. As far back as
​being 10 years old with school compositions due, I loved writing.

The sky is clearing after two days of clouds and a big rain. I love watching the clouds drift.

The air is soft, birds flit between trees, a breeze touches my face. The sounds, the feel, I love it.

Love it all. ​

Rosie rests at my feet, content. I've fallen in love with her just as I did with Bo, Pi, Misty, Knox & Jimmie.
​So much is new. So much is the same. Always will be.