22 April 2007
(Banyon Tree Hilo, Hawaii © cheeky)
The last three years of my life have been the most trying and difficult of times. There have been some major life changes and a few low points I’d rather forget, but even in the darkest of times I have still been blessed with love and goodness. Let’s just say, this isn’t what I had planned for my life nor was it where I thought I would be at this point in my life. If someone would have asked me prior to this what I’d being doing and where my life would take me; I never, in a million years, would have imagined where I am now. It has also been a period of significant personal growth, sometimes beyond my understanding.
What I have recognized is that I am rooted. Rooted deeply, here in my hometown and it’s okay. I was fascinated and interested at an early age to travel, learn a language foreign to my own and live in another country different than my own, and I did. I craved the experience. My grandfather always said it was the gypsy in me. I use to see returning to where I am from as boring, maybe even unacceptable because I had planned out this adventurous and exciting life for myself. My life would be different and interesting and I believed I couldn’t achieve that if I came back. I thought it would somehow nullify the experiences I did have.
I was wrong. I did move back and will soon move again. This time with more perspective and understanding of what I leave. I have a deeper appreciation of where I grew up and my life here is not boring; it is, and has been, adventurous, exciting, different and interesting. These things are not created by where you live but by how you live. I have come full circle and being rooted is what I crave. I will allow myself to be planted on new ground. I will nurture that ground in hopes of being rooted, yet again.
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