Transitions
I've been MIA from writing (both here and otherwise) for a bit. Life has been a transition. Change. The inevitable. And adaptability is always a trait that has come easily to me - even when change hasn't. It's the beginnings of Spring as we speak - sun peeking through the budding trees and the chill in the air giving way to hidden warmth. A time of rebirth and for new adventures and outlooks - forget how refreshing it is. This year has been one of adventure and change. Both of intense loss and surprising gain. And here I am, ready to begin again here. And as I was looking in my archives of things I've written, I came across this little piece that I wrote when I was living out west during a change in seasons and I feel it is perfectly applicable now.
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Bonfires make me think of home. The Midwest. Hot summer nights. The kind where the humidity from the day still lingers in the twilight air, hangs there as a gliding device for the fireflies. I smell the smoky air and am fondly transported to the summers that raised me and grew me in a small Midwestern town outside a big city. A place that I had never left and never thought about leaving, not seriously. And then my whole world changed because I left and often looked back, but never regretted. Sometimes I wonder if I make the right choice staying so far from what raised me and the life I once had. But then I remember the moments and the memories I’ve had and the ones that I have each day and I know that I would not have the full extent of life there.
