Again, I felt that familiar itch that told me it was time to move on, that I need a new challenge. But there was something I didn’t expect.

It hurt.

After a nomadic childhood, I had created the first home to feel homesick for. Through experience and a chosen family, I had deconstructed my former self and gained the confidence embrace the person I am.

Instinctively, I want to retreat to my supports and not lose hold of that person. But new experiences and a new family are waiting to further mold who I am to become.