Change

 What makes a place a place? 

The plants, the people?

The climate, the location?

I guess it is all of that, and more.

For most of my adult life the "winds of change" blew in quite frequently. Moving, was the most frequent change. And somehow that change kept some things static. There was newness for sure...new walls to hang pictures on, new people, new places to explore. It kept one busy.

Now it's been many years since a change of place. But nearly everything else has changed in those years. Big things. Hard things. Small things. It's a more exhausting kind of change. The kind that drags on you. Pulls you down. 

I think I am craving the other kind of change. New place, new scenery, new walls. Maybe I'm trying to outrun the other kind of change. But it's not really in the picture currently. Thats fine, good actually. But I wish I could magic some new into my walls. A little Mrs. Weasley action. 

But I still could really use a moving clean out...but since I'm not moving I just don't have time...