Learning How to Plant

I have moved 10 times in the last 5 years. And in April it will make it number 11. I'm tired. Someone once told me you move more than anyone I know. Most of the time people just ask why I move so much. I honestly don't know. Sometimes it's because I have to; other times it's because I can't stay (and those are two very different reasons).

Either way, I'm tired.

I need to learn how to grow something. Plant something and then harvest something. I need to learn how to farm instead of just gathering along the way and not being able to take everything with me. I don't know when I can stop enough to do that...in a year and a half I'll be moving to Brazil (most likely) for 6 months to a year.

What then? After that? A garden?

There's more to this I can feel it in my stomach. I don't know what yet, but there is more.

Perhaps You'll Hear

I want you to remember me

Remember me like the night on the beach

With the wind so strong

Our voices flew behind us

And yet somehow, our laughter stayed.

Remember the freezing car ride

Staying close to stay warm

Just tired enough, to not know what was going on.

Remember the words we exchanged

And the words we didn't

With the look only we saw.

I want you to remember me

Enough to not forget me

To think of me fondly

And to one day come back to me.