Tumbleweed Girl

I love to move.

In college, I relished the thought of moving every year, even if it was to a house down the street.

I love packing up all my belongings, taking things down, gathering things up, ridding myself of the clutter that I never really needed but always held on to.

I know that for most people moving is a very stressful thing, and it is stressful for me too, but it's a good kind of stress.

I like gathering up everything I have so that I can build it back up somewhere new. Things always seem to have an extra shine when you take them out of boxes.

I have lived in sixteen different places in my 24 years. The first eight were while I was still under my parent's roof, and although even then I enjoyed the newness of it all, it was not until I went away to school and really had things that felt all the way mine that I grew to love the moving process.

I like the fact that I love to move. While on one hand I think it can be dangerous to cultivate a love to leave things, I try hard to focus on creating roots and good friendships no matter where I go. I like that I am ok with going on to something different. I like that I will do something that feels foreign. I think it will prepare my heart for the adventures to come, and I think it forces me to put down my desire to control, and choose to trust instead.

It is a part of me that is good, and I will carry it forward with me and keep it strong.