You pack, you clean, you toss, you save, you bid fond farewells with new commitments made.
You drive, you wait, you board, you cross, you watch.
You wait for the other side.
You are going home now, to the same but different place. They are not the same, it is not the same. You are not the same.
How can you be? There is no stopping in our separateness, there is only growth that we cannot see.
Until, at last, we are home again and with eyes and hearts enlarged by renewal, saddened by departure and energized by return, we take in what has become.
To feel this – all of it – is to be alive.
