It crushes you, the sudden realisation that life is a succession of goodbyes.

Like a plant that’s been torn too many times, the roots are weak, and so I remember a distant life where everyone and everything was going to be around you forever. The familiar is so distant that’s now become almost exotic.

One year, I was still a child, I was woken up by a birthday song, sung by my mum and my sister.

I have been privileged enough to live in 10+ houses, across three countries and more than five cities, in the intervening years. But oh there’s a high price to pay for it.

To belong everywhere is to belong nowhere, to live a piece of your heart everywhere you’ve been. And so life goes on, and your heart keeps getting fragmented, and growing new roots again.

 

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