My life involves a bewildering amount of comings and goings, whether mine or those of the people around me. This Charybdis of people wafting through my world gives me much reflection.
I never quite feel settled. The people who have touched my life are everywhere, and have taken with them part of my heart. Maybe the Aorta is with my mom, and various valves and bits of smooth muscle are spread throughout Asia, the US, Italy, Germany, South Africa, Singapore, England, and Australia. I love wherever I’m at, but I still yearn for those places and people I cannot be with.
I was told once by a wise woman that this unsettled feeling can just be a reminder; my home is not meant to be anywhere on this earth, but rather with my father.