Moving out

For the past three years, I’ve been in-between worlds, experiencing a state of transition between the city and the countryside, in the process of moving out. I realized that, since birth and until adulthood, my whole life had been an interplay between places, always pendulating back and forth, never quite finding where to stay. In the depth of my mind, I felt the transiency of my own home, of my own roots, slowly – and painfully – trying to adapt to new spaces, people or situations. I never got the chance to choose home – it was either hereditary or contextual, always chosen by others. For the first time in my life, I was being faced with choice. And I chose the wilderness, the mountains, the unknown. Leaving the plains, I was called into the highlands, from flatness to altitude, from familiarity to unexpectedness, from earthliness to beyond-ness. Along the way, I spent a lot of time with the children and animals that I met here, in this new habitat I am building, seeing life – and myself – in a new light.