I love that my life has been full of chapters. Full of different houses, different towns and different people. I take few people with me when I move forward, but there are some that stay ... along with the memories and experiences.
Each fresh start opens new doors and new possibilities and gives me more strength as I work to figure out just who the person is that I am now. Each new version of me has more layers, more depths to discover and more understanding by me of the old me.
Some people relish a life with static things, staying in the same places and being surrounded by the same people ... gosh the world would be a much more boring place if we all felt the same way and did the same thing wouldn't it ... and I am the last one to criticise anyone who is happy with a quiet static life, but I don't understand the ones that want a different life and do nothing to work towards it. I just can't get my head around it at all. Why would you stay in a job you hate, to fund a future you might not live to see, in a place you don't like, it is my idea of a life wasted.
It's not a dress rehearsal, it's our one chance of life, and it is oh so precious.
Sometimes you have to take the bull by horns, grasp at little openings and throw caution to the wind ... and just try to live a little bit more.