I’m big on seeking closure in transitions, and have been pondering for a few months how to start this process for our upcoming move to the other end of the country. We’ve lived in our current town for 8 years, so we have much to say good-bye to… Living between worlds requires good-byes, a fact with which we are well acquainted. So, as the mood strikes, I plan to do my own little series of ‘closure poetry’, and will post some of it here, to share with the rest of you who also know good-byes well.
On nearing the end of this road Been waiting for this moment for what seems like an eternity. And now that it’s pressing close, I wanna bottle up the moments of happy dandelions and fresh fields of bright-starred skies and lonely trees of quiet streets and nosy neighbors and take them along as a reminder of the beauty in the days here. These things do not await us where we go. All will be new there – crowds and cars, action and noise. Funny how a difficult journey morphs into a sweet memory one slow step at a time.
living an intercultural life
between worlds 
It’s a strange transition isn’t it? Moving to a new place and leaving behind one that is so familiar. I like the image of bottling up memories. I really felt like I brought a lot from the old place within me to the new. It became part of me, the places and relationships and experiences. So it is a little like bottling. A way of keeping hold of the good even as you move on.
Praying you keep seeing those sweet memories emerging even in the difficult steps.
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