Dear Diary,

I don't know if turning 40 has anything to do with it or if it was the turning of the New Year, but recently I have begun to really focus on isolating and analyzing my idiosyncracies.  I am beginning to see things about myself that require deep thought.  This of course requires quiet time, which I don't have because I am in the middle of moving...again.

Ok, well here is a good example.  I move. A LOT.  I'm talking 5 times in the past 2 years.  Now here's what I'm thinking; this is my year to find a little house and actually unpack everything this time. I have to teach myself to be content in one place instead of moving in and saying, "This counter is nice, but my next kitchen will have a....." 

What makes me so easy-going about moving all the time? 

I don't do it because I thrive on packing, though that is kinda meditative.  It isn't the back-breaking lifting/bending and repeats of the same at the new location.  It sure as hell isn't the wondering if I called to have the power disconnected at the old place.

It's the feeling that I am moving forward with my life's journey; not stagnating; not "settling".  For me, staying put means not progressing.  It is never going to be something I can explain.  I can only tell you that it ISN'T a need to get away from something, or to have bigger-better-more.  Believe me, I am happier in a van with a cookstove than I will ever be in a mansion! 

I truly think that because I moved so often as a kid, I came to embrace motion, journey, fluidity. The moon has cycles, all living beings have cycles...waves, wind, you name it. They are all constantly in motion. Changing, cycling, progressing...

I am sister to the wind, the moon, the trees, the water.

So, when the most amazing, beautiful, gentle woman in the world asks me to settle down, I don't think twice before I answer.

Of course I will.

Because she is the ultimate end to my journey...