Funny how leaving the nest is different for everyone. My father died when I was twenty four years old. So he left first. Then my mother decided to move to California. She lived on for another thirty years. Nagged me until I came out here myself. You never really leave
I think you’re right -- leaving isn’t a single act, it’s a series of shifts, departures, returns, tugs.
“You never really leave” feels exactly true. People, places and histories keep travelling with us, whether we like it or not. Thank you for sharing this with me 🤍
Funny how leaving the nest is different for everyone. My father died when I was twenty four years old. So he left first. Then my mother decided to move to California. She lived on for another thirty years. Nagged me until I came out here myself. You never really leave
That’s such a beautiful way of putting it.
I think you’re right -- leaving isn’t a single act, it’s a series of shifts, departures, returns, tugs.
“You never really leave” feels exactly true. People, places and histories keep travelling with us, whether we like it or not. Thank you for sharing this with me 🤍