I am moving again. Another Airbnb. Another temporary home. I am getting pretty good at this.

There is a quiet change happening within me. It is not dramatic enough for most people to notice. There are no fireworks. No grand announcements. In fact, from the outside, my life probably looks much the same. I still go to work. I still spend time writing, practicing my harp, researching, building programs, and dreaming about the future. But something feels different.

Lately, I have been feeling something I have not experienced in quite a while: momentum.

Healing has a funny way of arriving through circumstances we never would have chosen.

I have been asking myself the same question again. Where should I live?