Mar. 4th, 2017


Mar. 4th, 2017 09:43 am
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When I was a child, I assumed that you moved every couple of years. This was during the time that my father finished his doctorate and then did his post-doc at Harvard. My mother finished up her masters. They had an agreement that where ever they moved, they would both have to get tenure to make it a place of permanence. This happened in Atlanta where my father got his tenure at Georgia Tech and my mother at Emory.

Neither me nor my brothers or sister spend an entire year in the same house. Patrick came closest but we moved into the house that became the house I would say I grew up in on his first birthday.

To me moving around was not a big deal. I did it for a while stage-managing. The idea of going off to live somewhere away from my family was not an alien one to me. I found out later that my brothers and sister had really no memory of living anywhere else but Atlanta.

Yesterday marked the 19th year I have living in the house I am currently living in and it is the longest I have lived in the same place in my life.

Permanence is a strange thing. In some ways there is a finality to it. But there is always change even in a state of permanence like I have right now.

I have friends who have been part of my life for more than 20 or 30 or even 40 years of my life. I have one friend that we are heading towards 50 years of friendship. That’s a long time to be part of someone else’s life. We have gone through good times and bad. We have been there for each other especially when we needed each other the most. There have been health scares and a couple of deaths along the way but these people have a permanent place in my heart even those who have passed.

Peter and I have been together for 19 years now and will be married for 16 in May. I can’t think of my life without him. The time before I knew him is becoming less of my total time on earth with each passing year.

I find myself in a state of permanence that I thought I would never find when I was younger. I just assumed I would be living my vagabond lifestyle my entire life. I still consider myself a bohemian considering what goes on in my life. It sure is not boring. I do have a home base that I go back to after the adventure is done.

I am grateful for a sense of permanence.


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