My World

It's hard letting people in; I'm not sure what I'm so scared of, except perhaps that the closer I let someone be, the farther they may wish to go.  I think a lot of it has to do with growing up overseas and moving a lot.  Even though I have only lived in two countries - (hah, *only 2*) - I have lived in a lot of houses, and I grew up in a transient community.  We were not nomads in the general sense, no.  I grew up attending a school for the children of missionaries.  Missionaries, even if stationed in one place for a long time typically return to their country of origin every few years to touch bases with their supporters and raise more support to continue in their ministry.  Thus, each year, several kids would leave, replaced by several new or returning faces.  My "class" was not constant, though anyone who was ever a part of it could be considered "one of us."  Some people I grew up with.  I could tell you that I knew one guy since I was five -- but when I was 8, I wasn't there. and when he was 14, he wasn't.  Our years in other places shaped us just as much as our years in that place did, and we often came back with changed perspectives.  I remember coming back my freshman year of high school and feeling like everything there had changed and everyone had gotten closer, but I had also changed, differently, and I felt like I had drifted farther away.  The people I grew up with, no matter how haphazardly, are the people who I think I will always consider almost as a family; they are friends that I may contact out of the blue, and I think I know that they will be there for me.  They understand more than anyone I have met since what I have been through and what I am going through, they have seen and felt similar things.  I think it's hard for me to trust people who don't fully get where I am coming from, and so I try and tell them where I am coming from, but they never saw it or felt it like I did.  One of these days I will have to let it go and figure out a way to trust people and let them in though they may never fully know or understand me or my life.

I was thinking last night about my connection with the word "vagabond."  I know I am not in the literal sense a vagabond, but I connected with the word the same way that I connected with the word "sojourner" and came up with the screen name "sojourniste" when I was in high school.  I feel like a wanderer.  Not because I am homeless in the literal sense, but because I don't feel like I have roots anywhere.  I stay anywhere too long and I am anxious to find something new, to move on.  I follow the wind where it blows me.  I don't have one place that is home.  I desperately want one place that is home.  I desperately want roots, but I am so scared to plant them.  I wrote last night what I feel would be an excellent line for a song, though I haven't written the rest of it yet:

"and someday
when my vagabond soul
tires of wandering
I'll find my place with you"

I wasn't sure whether it would be a song to a lover or a song to God, but I think I sometimes feel lost on both fronts and feel like I am wandering and searching for a place I can claim rootedness on both fronts.