No one understands the concept of running like mwah. Juan and I like to joke about a HONY post we saw months ago that reads something like, “I am 24 and I’m on my fourth fresh start”. We joke because that’s actually me. I’ve been running because I’ve been taught to run. By the age of 17, I had physically relocated 23 times. My mom will be the first one to say how much she LOVES change, and that love transferred to me. Some of my greatest memories occurred because of moving constantly, and the gypsy-esque mentality became so ingrained in me. The second I was able to stand on my own, I ran 6 hours north of my mom. The second life got tough (school, relationship, job, whatever), I planned out the next location. During the school year of 2012-2013, Juan and I had thoroughly planned out a move to the Dallas-Fort Worth area, New Orleans, Tampa/St. Petersburg, Baltimore, London, New York, Seattle, etc, etc etc. The list goes on. And the obsession with moving did not end in 2013. It is a daily battle that I deal with during my morning browsing on Zillow. But damn it if the idea of moving isn’t the most freeing and exhilarating thing ever.
And that’s just it. The idea is freeing, but the action can actually be spiritually stifling. If we only utilize our wings, we will never be able to allow ourselves to root. We will never understand who we are as people if we continue to uproot. For the first time in my life, I am learning the process of understanding myself while living this phase in one place. I am not in danger here. I am not spiritually drained here. So it is here that I will root and learn.