Well, maybe not entirely. We will see how things go. I’m adapting the Spanish way of letting things go with the flow. Ha.
It’s fascinating what starting a home and knowing that you will be in a place for the long-term will do to you.
Without the looming thoughts of having to pack my bags in a few months, or wondering about where I’m going to live next, I actually now have the time and energy, and yes, stability, to start thinking long-term once again (while letting daily things go with the flow ;).
Book nerd that I am, I’m excited to be able to buy books for the first time in years. Actual, physical books! I can buy plants and start my garden, I can set up my own creative space in my house and decorate! I can finally focus on my career in education and growing as a teacher.
The thrill of being able to think about and pursue interests that I’ve had for many years but been unable to foster, is pretty freaking fantastic.
And then, of course, there are the deeper issues. Like friends.
Part of the reasons why I decided to stop moving around is because I was tired of saying goodbye. So many beautiful and incredible people have come into my life as a result of travel, for which I’m grateful. But as time goes on and distances grow, it gets harder and harder to keep in touch with everyone and connections get lost, until all you have are memories.
For some reason I found it easier to keep in touch with people I’ve met when I was moving around from place to place. But as I settle into my new home, I find that it’s actually harder. With work, maintaining a house, and joyfully navigating this new phase of our relationship with J, for some reason, messages and Skype dates become less frequent. Even phone calls with friends in the same time zones get harder to organize. Before I know it two or three months have passed since I’ve talked to a good friend.
I suppose this is natural and part of getting older. People settle into their lives and as easy as it is to keep in touch nowadays, it gets harder to find the time.
But a part of my heart hurts when I think about the truth that as much as people say they will visit, it’s unlikely that they will. As much as two or three years may go by before seeing them again, if you don’t fall out of touch entirely within that time.
However, in an effort to end on a high note, I refuse to let that happen! As tough as keeping in touch may be, I have learned the value of a good friend. While I can’t yet pride myself on having consistently been a good friend myself, I’m determined to turn that around and maintain those relationships I’ve built with people.