The invisible crop
“…when you give yourself to places, they give you yourself back; the more one comes to know them, the more one seeds them with the invisible crop of memories and associations that will be waiting for when you come back, while new places offer up new thoughts, new possibilities. Exploring the world is one the best ways of exploring the mind…” ― Rebecca Solnit
Moving frequently entails a lot of sacrifices, but the rewards can be even greater. Though I often wished we lived closer to our extended families, or lived in a place long enough to build our own home the way we wanted it, or didn’t have to settle into new communities, churches and schools, I never regretted being an Air Force family.
Whatever we lost to relocation we gained in other aspects of life. In fact, looking back, it’s almost as if we lived several lives, one for each place we were based. Each location had its joys and sorrows, its unique terrain, climate and personality, and its own cast of characters, many of whom remain dear to us to this day.
In one sense, we “can never go home again,” but we leave invisible traces of ourselves in each place we have lived, and come away as different people than we would have been without our experiences there. When we return, a thousand forgotten moments come flooding back, and the past becomes dimensional and real to our present.
What places live on in your memory? Where have you found that exploring the world means exploring your own mind?
One year ago today: