the trouble with packing

so here I am again
a strange town
a different place a new home
pack and unpack is what I do
you might almost say
i have a degree in moving
a masters in mulling over memories
brought back to mind
in the sorting of the past
which to let go
which to hold close
wrap it up
held safe in tissue and bubble wrap
boxed transported
then unwrapped again
each new place is different
each memory is the same
others settle and grow roots
my life is motion
new faces new experiences
to incorporate
in all the places of yesterday
do I wish a life more stable
more the same
do I long for friends so far away
for family and familiar faces
I always have I always will
but I am only me
because the road of life
has always called my name

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