Next weekend I am trekking back to my old place and uprooting the greenhouse and gathering a laundry list of items I forgot. (I conveniently left a box for Mountain Man to put those things in.)
I left my greenhouse because I was overwhelmed with the prospect of moving and didn't have anywhere to store it. Thankfully MM was kind enough to let me leave it until I figured out what to do with it. I had lunch with a friend a couple weeks ago and it dawned on me - her new-found passion is gardening. I asked her if she wanted a pop-up greenhouse with shelves. Her eyes got real wide and I knew it had a home. "You can permanently borrow it." I told her. No strings.
Funny how generous I seem when I move. Here! Take my shit!
Anyway. I keep hearing about me "landing" somewhere eventually. I am skeptical. Maybe it's just the space I am in, but I don't know if I want to live in one place forever, rooted to the ground via a mortgage. It's kind of like the whole idea of me being married again - there really isn't any appeal for me. (Your mileage may vary.) I am learning that I am much more of a flexible free-spirit than I ever thought I was. Easily adaptable. Gardening in containers. The idea of a garden, a place where I can put down roots in land I "own," while previously appealing, is far less so these days. Perhaps it is because I keep getting uprooted.
I am not sad about leaving my last garden because deep down I knew it wasn't permanent. It was my healing garden. A lovely space for me to put plants in the ground, help beautify a blank space, and move on. Leave things better than you find them has always been my motto.
But truthfully, I am kind of weary of losing gardens, relationships, and even possessions to a certain extent. I am always the one who moves on and out. I am always the one who leaves, and leaves it all behind. I have been accused of not being sentimental or nostalgic, which may be true in a lot of cases, but I guess I've learned to detach with love. Both good and bad I suppose. But it is tiring. I've moved 4 times since 2009, and owned
I am trying to reframe the previous paragraph in my head. I am learning lots of lessons in my life that serve me on a daily basis. The idea of independence and free will is the lesson as of late. That wherever you go, there you are - you can lose stuff, people, and jobs but you are still who you are regardless. That the best thing I can do for myself is live in the present, and live simply.
And so it goes...