On the road to embracing change
When I think about it, it’s a word that defines me. Starting from a very young age, I have constantly had to learn to adapt to new situations and environments. As my mother was an ethnologist , we were often on the go. Her work took us away from life in the big city (New York, Washington DC and Toronto) to smaller towns or Indian reservations.
Frequently, she would announce that we had to hit the road. These departures, I knew, meant leaving everything behind. In my head it was ” goodbye home “, ” goodbye friends “, ” goodbye things I was used to “, ” goodbye places I used to go to “…and ” hello ” to starting everything all over again: I was going to have to adapt to a new place, meet new people, do things differently.
Although I am deep down an adventurous person, it was hard at times: it hurts knowing you will never see your friends again and it’s not easy to leave your ” home ” behind. When you settle down somewhere you tend to create habits and slide into a certain comfort zone…and it’s nice. Moving on means kicking in the butt everything you know. We always said: ” I hope we’ll come back soon ” but deep down inside I knew we wouldn’t. And as I would sit down at the back of the car and shut the door it was clear to me that I was shutting out this life for good.
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