Roots

With only five days until I leave for Panama, the gravity of the situation has begun to hit me.  Leaving Asheville and having to say goodbye to some of the people that I have loved the most is the hardest thing I've ever done.  Everything feels so final even though I know it's not.  A friend of mine, who I don't see very often but love just the same sent me some encouraging words that I wanted to share.

Just wanted to let you know.

I don't know what it's like to move out of the country.
BUT, I do know what it's like to get comfortable, be happy & love where you are only to move on to the next step.

I think we are alike in that way - always wanting to do more, but finding we create new roots wherever we go. Roots are hard to pull up, no matter how shallow or deep. 

All my best & love & happy thoughts - I'm proud of you.

I've been needing to hear that.   So guys, sorry to say, you are my roots and you won't be coming up anytime soon.  Get used to it.