2013 seems like gazillion years ago. But the feeling before I chose that path is now haunting me again.
Planting Roots. Nesting. Settling.
For me all of these BIG words connotes commitment. Standing Still.
After years of vagabonding.... I think I've worked myself out.
The fear of attachment could be traced to the fear of getting left behind. Which makes me want to leave places again and again, acknowledging that possibilities of people moving and going is quite common. So rather be left behind, I'd rather go.
It's getting worse.
And this..NOW... is my way of fighting it all. telling myself that it's about Time to prepare a Nest. my own ground I can go back to, my own space... where I've stored all of my life belongings.
But then again, as with everything in life.... there's a lot to do with Timing.
I'll see how I go in the next few months.
and if the Universe means it for me, I know everything will just fall into place....As it always Does... at the Right Time.
