Over Christmas my family got a letter from a friend, who explained her year in terms of wandering. At the end of the letter, as her year wrapped up with finding her "place" back home, she also found a greater reason to stay: love. She stated "now I wonder why I wandered." Such a profound statement in such few words.
Now here I am, graduating from college and wandering sounds so appealing. If I wander, will it satisfy or will it only convince me to wander again? I'm trapped in a way of thinking that wandering means adventure means happiness means freedom. I'm happy to be feeling comfort and restlessness with my decision to move back to Seattle in June. I want to feel that same sort of happiness to be able to say that I wonder why I wandered. To feel so assured that I'm in a place I belong, with people I love.
