This quote is really old. It’s been on social media sites since the first accounts, and to be honest, I don’t even know who wrote it. Regardless, it’s something that I’ve been thinking about lately, and a lot. People always seem to take it to be about traveling or making a home. That’s a subject that’s not even in question to me, because I’ve always been latched onto the idea of a solid home.

This quote though has been hitting me in a completely different way. As someone who is so steadfast I find myself craving for things away from that of what I already know. I’m not a fan of change, if you ask my mom about it she’ll rant for a few hours about how frustrating it was when I was a kid. But now I’m yearning for my wings, I want change. I’m not searching for the type that take me away from everything I’ve ever wanted, but rather a type of change that can be more easily defined as “progress”.

I refuse to be uprooted, but I want to fly, and its difficult to master both. My mind and my soul are constantly arguing over leaving people behind who aren’t good for me anymore, taking on new ideas that I haven’t grown up with, and what would be the best move to move forward. That best way is the biggest thing to figure out. I just need to find a way to keep my roots as deep, yet let my branches reach so high towards the sky that it doesn’t matter if I can’t fly away. That’s really my goal now.