Unpacking

How does one find a home when their bags are always packed and ready for a quick and swift exit? It doesn't bode well, and I am learning the hard way that it's time. Perhaps it's more then just a routine - more then just a spot within me reserved for the unfortunate moments that have come and gone. But it's time, none the less. It is not a process in which I can graduate from and leave behind - the unpacking and healing is a life long journey. One, might I add, that should be thoroughly examined at every pit stop. This heart and head change, and grow, and falter, and break and mend. It is ever-processing, and I need to stop treating this as if it were something I had achieved long ago. You do not simply 'get over it'... but instead, you build a spot for it within yourself and find a way to cope through it and eventually embrace that part of you. The latter is a challenging task, but it comes in time (or so I am told). Wisdom is something that comes from letting go of everything you think you know - and letting your senses guide you. It is time to open up the suit cases, go through all the boxes, and unpack this heart and this head. Slowly, over time, and with patience and understanding. One foot in front of the other - k.