My world is about to flip upside down and I can’t help but be a little nervous. Master and I are moving… we’re moving out of state and into a life that is 100% ours, built from the ground up. But I am moving away from the only home I have ever really known. The place where I grew up and created a million memories.
That’s the part that I am most consumed with… all my memories are here. All my memories of childhood friends and first jobs, and concerts and nights spent in the outskirts of town (which are now nowhere to be found since developments have taken up all the open land). I’m leaving behind the only history I have. Almost 30 years of it.
At the same time I am also leaving behind all of the bad memories. The loss of my own innocence, then my first child. I am leaving behind memories of being an outcast in school, and an even bigger one in my own family. I am leaving behind the people who told me what I would never be, and certainly what they thought I was. Certainly enough bad memories to challenge the good ones.
So, next weekend as I drive down the highway staring at that center stripe and trying to stay awake, I know that the balance of good and bad that I am leaving behind mean that I’m at my life’s turning point. Dead even. Squared away with Karma. And 1800 miles from the place I was born and raised, I will begin building a real home, and a new scorecard. And by my side, holding my hand will be Master. The only foundation strong enough in this world that I am willing to build that home on.
