Packing. Again. On the move. Again.
A thousand thousand thoughts swirl. Goodbyes and hellos. New friends left behind, reunions with old friends on the horizon. Even as I begin to mourn the loss of the ocean, I can see the smiles on Baker Street, that colourful cast of Kootenayans drawing me into their embrace. I want to stay and I want to go.
I am not homeless. I am homefull. I call too many places home.
I want to stay and I want to go.