May You Find Your Roots Wherever You Walk (I'm Moving)
I'm moving again. I think it's time. Short version at the bottom of the post . Photo by Florian Wehde on Unsplash I have been battling myself in my head over and over, back and forth for two years. What will I do? Where will I go? Will I stay? Staying never really seemed possible at all here, but I felt true contentment when here in the U.S. with my family. The only reason I came here at all was because of a string of unfortunate events in my bad luck and extra theatrically bad timing. The pandemic and some poor decisions had bankrupted me. I risked it all in an expensive move and the very same day our first lockdown (and very first COVID case) occurred. After fumbling around and scraping by for the better part of a year on my savings, I decided to go home. I remember feeling very hopeful then. Stressed, but hopeful. My family would be back together. It would open up a new chapter of my life. I could catch up with all the people I hadn't seen in the past three or mor