Alternatively, I am not grounded. I’ve grown familiar with the feeling of the earth shifting beneath my feet, confronted by the option to tread it in shoes I cannot nor am I sure I want to fill, to follow in footsteps down a path idealized by tradition, for me but not by me. So thus far, I’ve done my best to embrace the tumult of locations that change faster than I have time to settle into them, and do it standing on my own two feet.
I can’t remember the last time these houses felt like homes.
May God bless the day I’m able to tell the full story.
