Soul Soup for Two

Its a feeling of being untethered, I think. A sort of knowing that you have changed, and you do not belong in either place.

I grew up in a small city in the praries. My life was quaint, quiet and calm.

Uprooted: We move.

We move halfway across the globe.

Fun!

Except that now I live in a huge city, tall skyscrapers and so many lights.

The kids at my new school are competitive and smart and all-fired up.

I’m still reeling from the tornado that dropped Dorothy off in Oz.

But I quietly make my way. We move a couple more times within this new country, nothing as big a distance as the first big move.

I learn and I thrive and I make mistakes and I cry. But I am growing, my roots are starting to burrow themselve in the new pot that we call home.

But wait!

Uprooted Part Two! We move!

Again!

This time back to the quiet prairies I used to call home. And now all of a sudden I am an outsider. I no longer connect with my friends and classmates.

They’ve known each other for years, a tight knit community. One that I would have been privvy to had I stayed.

But I did not.

And though I do not have regrets about what I’ve learned and experienced throughout my journey, my roots have long since been able to anchor in any soil.

They’ve shivelled up and dried, leaving me perpetually,

Unrooted.

Thyme xx