Zip.
Another suitcase packed tight and I look around my empty room. I've gotten far too used to packing. It's not like it happens all the time or even all that often, but it's become an expectation. No longer does it make me anxious or afraid or even excited. It's just another zip and I'm on my way.
Of course just around the corner waits another adventure. The trip of a lifetime with my family and then a month in India. The packing and unpacking and loving with limited attachment is customary. I don't let myself get too close to anyone, because soon enough, I'll just zip myself back in a suitcase and leave.
And for now I return home. Adventure always brings you back to family. I sat looking at pictures on our Mickelsen blog and I couldn't help but think to myself that in the end, nothing else matters. Nothing else. Family is Beautiful and Family is Eternal.
I'm grateful for open suitcases. For open doors and drawers and beds and couches. For family members that have housed and fed and hugged me in this transitory stage. For faux families that bring my heart home. Sometimes I feel like I'm floating, but looking around, I see familial anchors of love below and pink balloons above.
Zip.
Another suitcase and another adventure.
