Solid Rock or Sinking Sand…
I was an airforce kid, which meant I moved often. Every time we moved and I got settled in a new place, started a new school and made new friends, it wasn’t all that long until I would arrive home to hear that we were moving again. Every time that happened I would cry at the friendships I would lose and life I would be leaving behind once again.
As the years rolled on and I stepped into adulthood, that heartbreak was no longer there as I had replaced it with, a fresh start meant leaving my past behind. It wasn’t something that I would say was all that good for me. What it did was start a cycle that anytime I was hurt or once again broken, the easy fix was to pack up and start a new life where nobody knew me. Trouble with that... you can’t outrun yourself.