“Enlarge your house; build an addition.
Spread out your home, and spare no expense!”
“You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart always will be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.”
The tears well up in my eyes as I savor the faces on a flat, lifeless piece of paper. They capture my heart all over again. I scrunch my eyes and cringe when I think about how time passes much too fast. The heart connections held together over skype make me want to jump through the screen for a hug. My heart bursts. Sometimes I forget how much love expands. The missing stays even if I run headlong into those I love because there are still the ones elsewhere. I realize now that I’ve wanted to plant roots deep and to tether my heart to one place mostly because the missing wrecks my mascara. Somehow, I naively think that I could still plant roots into one place except I’ve already learned how to love all over the world. No matter what I do now, the fierce love for those too far to hug follows me around. The leaving, the staying, the constant adjustment to change twists my heart. Fear begs me to pull back and protect myself, but that’s no answer at all. That’s missing out on the beautiful love. I’m learning to embrace the overwhelming, crushing, heart-aching love in the moment even though I know the missing will come. Taking risks to enlarge my tent and spread my “home” wide with love.
Because, loving people is worth it.