What they don’t tell you is once you move far away from everything you know and love, everyone you know and love, it all changes. Nobody tells you that. In fact, you’ll hear the opposite.
Every minute you’re gone, it’s changing.
People change. Seasons change. The leaves change.
Even the ones you cherish the most, even when they promise it’ll all be the same once you return. It won’t be. They won’t look at you the same. I feel the same, my eyes are the same, my height is the same, my hair color is kind of the same. But they’ll still look at your differently. I never, in a million years, thought I’d see the same close friends of mine slip away from me. And they ought to, right? I’m the one who hasn’t been around. I’m to blame for this one. I’m to blame for every failed relationship and friendship, I can’t be tied down! I have to always keep moving, keep going places, keep seeing new things and experiencing new experiences. It’s only the truest of friends who can understand that. That sort of bond, with a person like me, is not for the faint of heart. I do believe he/she is out there, somewhere. When we meet, or re-meet from a previous life, it’ll be a connection of gold. Because anyone who actually sticks around with me, they deserve to be treated like gold.
"Boston will always be here when you come back."
Now I know what she meant by that. Yes, the city will be here. But by the time you’ve returned everyone will be changed. They’ll be engaged, they’ll be married, they’ll be having children.
I really, really did live in the world of Never Never Land. Playing around, having the time of my life and being irresponsible with all the Lost Boys of California. I feel as though no time has passed me, yet Boston feels so foreign. It felt more familiar when I would visit for a week or so.
I was naive to believe Boston wouldn’t change. I almost hate California for that reason. What if I would’ve stayed? Would I be married? Maybe buying a house?
Alas, I’m glad I haven’t been gone longer than 2 years.
I’m also glad to say, I won’t stay. Not yet. Its not that time.
Because although you may be happy with your secure life and secure job and secure husband. I’m still seeing things, people, places that you may not ever see. And that’s what I love. That’s what makes me happy. That’s what gets ME by.
So, I’ll go. Again. And again. And I’ll go by plane, train or car.
That’s me, and that’s moving, and that’s why you should never forget or ignore your roots.