In the next few months, our family is facing the possibility of having to leave where we live and move to a different area of the country.
We’ve been here for ten years, two of our children are going to settle here at least for the foreseeable future, we’ve become enmeshed with our church family here and our hearts are tied to family and friends in this area. Disengaging from that is difficult and frankly won’t be easy if it turns out to be necessary.
I’ll always feel as if part of me is here as if I’ve left little pieces of myself behind. So I was thinking about that, what it will be like, and turns out that “leaving pieces of ourselves behind wherever we go” is both literally and figuratively true.