Rolling Stone

The old saying is not really true. I've moved a lot over the past decade, but I've gathered plenty of moss as I've rolled along. Each place I've lived has given me memorable experiences, good friends, and new possessions. I don't regret any of the moves I've made. But I am reaching the point at which I think it would be nice to stay still awhile, perhaps for more than awhile. I long for more than just moss; I'd like a nice garden with trees and flowers.

These thoughts played through my mind as I read of a friend's preparations for moving this week in her blog. It is so nice not to need to pack up my things, empty out the place I've called home for the past year, struggle to re-personalize another space. Heck, I'm not even finished with this one yet.

But there is another thought swirling around in the recess of my brain...

When you live in a college town, 50% of the population consists of student renters, and August 31st/September 1st is "Moving Day." For weeks before and after this date, moving trucks and moving pods appear all over town as people pack up to leave or arrive at their new homes. So many are going to begin new lives, and so many more are coming to begin new lives. There is a spirit of excitement and freshness in the air that is almost palpable as undergraduates and their parents swarm all over town and campus, buying supplies and finding their way around. And somehow, I feel left out.