I realized recently that “roots” for me doesn’t necessarily mean a place anymore. It’s having a history and being able to live life with someone- these are my roots and the home for my dreams. I feel like I’m turning into a banyan tree instead of an oak…my roots grow horizontally; connecting me to the life around me, keeping me attached to the life I helped shape. And even though my roots don’t run quite as deep as others, they’re just as strong and just as beautiful.
Knowing this frees me to pursue living, buying a house, settling down…whatever the case, I’m able to do it because I know the attachment isn’t to a city or a house or stuff, it’s to the person with whom I share life.
I’m learning a lot lately.
And I like it.
No comments:
Post a Comment