Not all of this is fun vacation. There are intense classes and long stints of caregiving in there. But I am getting out. I pulled out the underused trampoline of my trampoline life, repaired with duct tape and I am jumping like my life depends on it.
People are telling me I need to relocate. One friend in particular insists I do not belong where I am, and I only need to come to that realization. He tells me this without pausing for breath or waiting for my reply. He is only a "friend" because "guy I sort of know slightly" is too much to type.
People are telling me I need to stay. Friends (real ones) send me encouraging messages while I am away, and gently remind me that I am missed. They want to hear about what happened while I was gone flying, and they want to hear about it in person.
I am trying on new places, ten days, two weeks or a month at a time. But the thing is, I respect Science. Gravity is a real force. So I know will land. The Laws of Physics apply as well. I am changing shapes while I am in the air. I take off with a heart and soul tattered and worn, and before I go to land they are not just repaired, they are replaced with a shiny new upgrade. This changes my trajectory and where I land will be different.
Which is just a long long way of saying, the time has come to indulge my inner runaway. It is the season of restlessness.
