Last week, I was forced to leave the place I’ve called home for the past 3 years.
I left my partner, my cats, and my garden behind.
Now I write this from inside a hostel in a strange land, waiting for papers that might let me return to my family before Christmas.
The future feels uncertain.
But as I contemplate my situation, I realize that even before this happened, the certainty I felt was never real — only a story I told myself to feel secure.
Life has always been unpredictable, fragile, and unknown.
When everything becomes shrouded in fog, the only thing left is to accept where I am right now — to keep pushing forward and let the ground appear beneath my feet with each passing step.
Uncertainty is not a punishment. It’s a basic truth.
In life, there is no path ahead and no path behind.
Still, we take one step forward. And then another.
I am sorry. That sounds difficult. It has been and is a process to find a sense of home and connection inside myself…and I am learning since I sold everything and currently travel full time (on a ferry packed up and headed to a new place as we speak). And it is troubling to be away from those you love and not by choice. So I am sorry. It is good to learn to dance with uncertainty and that doesn’t mean it is always easy.
now
and here I have three cats
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