don't let go

so it always goes, doesn’t it? you find people when you least expect it. when you’re about to move on. when you’ve given up on this here town and this here life and its simple minds and simpler places. 

so then, did i not try hard enough? did my bias cloud my judgement, clamp my hands shut?
& that’s the trouble with change seekers, unsettled souls. sometimes change is lusted after, idolized, hungered for. so it’s easy to dismiss the wonder of right now. 

i think i finally understand what that man at whole foods meant when he said that young people these days don’t have enough appreciation for home. the way they always want to be somewhere else. he wasn’t ridiculing those of us so antsy for change, but simply pointing out that there is great worth in our right now. in our simple, though seemingly suffocating, deep deep roots. because we are in fact rooted and grounded in the places that grew us. where we fell in love for the very first time, or got caught sneaking out of our houses. where our oldest friendships blossomed and our newest friendships bloomed. where we left and returned, having come back an entirely different person then when we ventured away. where our parents were our worst enemies…and then our very best friends. where we explored and didn’t explore. where we made movies and ate mac n cheese and jay-walked and met up on saturday nights for sleepovers. where we were children.

and i count on people like i count on my two hands. i belong with everyone, everyone i’ve ever known. & this, this makes it very hard for my heart to leave. it’s why i get so attached to places. so maybe if you’ve got someone, you should let them know.