My little baby brother, only 20 years old, is moving to China today. How exciting! How brave!
He is, like my sister and me, an artistic soul, quiet (at first), contemplative, and a big dreamer. He, like me, decided New York was not all it’s cracked up to be, and decided to take a break. When I did that, I decided to move to Chicago, and I’m still here 11 years later. When he decided, it took him all the way to the other side of the planet.
I have always wanted to live abroad but just never made the space in my life to do so. I get very comfortable and like to be caught up in routines. They make me feel secure and stable. I’m a 50/50 split between a city girl and a homebody. (Like those New Yorkers who never leave Manhattan, but not quite so drastic.) I have to admit I’m a teeny bit jealous of his big adventure – all the things he’ll get to see in Beijing, and all of the tasty food he’s going to eat. I know I’d be doing dumplings and Dim Sum all day every day!
I talked to my parents who were a bit tearful and sad, as to be expected. They are officially empty nesters now. I’ll have to go home more and bug them. But we are all wishing David the very best of luck on his trip. That he can find his way in a world where he doesn’t yet know the language, won’t know his way around, and will have to point to the things (he thinks) he wants on a menu.
This is a year for big change. I knew it, I could feel it, I willed that it MUST BE. As 2016 was drawing to a close, I asked the universe to please let us keep going, not allow us to blow up in a terrible disaster so that we could keep living happy and productive lives as best as we could. So far, we’ve been very fortunate to not have every single one of our rights and expectations for life taken away from us, but that may still be coming. For some of us, that may come sooner rather than later. In the mean time, we have to focus on what we can still do, and what’s still out there for the taking.