Change is coming
All that you touch
You Change.
All that you change
Changes you.
The only lasting truth
Is Change.
God
Is Change.
This is how Parable of the Sower by Octavia Butler begins (copyright 1993). I have been pondering and trying to internalize these words, this concept, for years.
Clearly I still have some work to do. I just started preparing for my sixth (I had to write them down to count!) move over the last 3+ years.
- December 2010, I sold my house & put all of my belongings into a POD. I moved briefly into a friend’s basement.
- January 2011, I moved to Tallahassee, FL to start a new job, the POD followed.
- July 2012, everything went back into a POD. I moved back to Denver and left a suitcase and a car back at my friend’s place and traveled to Thailand for a few weeks.
- August 2012, I moved into a condo that turned out to be plagued by water leaks.
- September 2013, I moved into a different friend’s condo (yea! Leak free!)
- April 2014, friend puts condo on market.
The US Postal Service is still catching up. And it looks like I’m about to move, again.
Rent or buy? Have a favorite realtor/broker in the Denver area?
Of course I just went to Hawaii and have a trip to Paris planned for the end of the month. Oops. Might push me down the rent path and lead to moves 7 & 8 over the next year. At what point do I just stop unpacking?
God is Change.
Maybe we are always is a state of unpacking, be it physically or metaphorically unpacking those things that attempt to anchor us to the past by way of resisting change. Change is inevitable. It’s how we choose to deal with change that matters. Do we resist the change? Do we ignore the change? or Do we simply go with the flow of change? Change always seems to be cast in mythic proportions, but most times, if we stop and reflect on the change, we realise that the change isn’t as massive as we imagined, that the change is incremental at most. For instance, you are a veteran at moving house, so moves 7&8 will probably be the same but different. You already know the routine. Hmmm even as I write that, I’m wondering if this is really about the physical change of moving again or is it about something else, maybe the lack of stability or roots. Or the open-ended question of when do I get to settle down?
Clay – all of that. The mechanics of moving are a minor inconvenience. At this point I’ve purged 90% of those things that don’t need to move again. I just always find the loss of the illusion of stability to be unsettling.