Bearers of the astrological sun sign, Cancer, such as myself, are known to be very domestic beings. They like their house, and the comforts of their possessions gathered in closely around them. I have felt the urge for years to own a bookcase, my own queen-sized bed, and to hang pictures of my friends and family on my walls. But since I left “the nest” 7-years ago, I’ve hardly had the time to lay some roots. I’ve lived in college dormitories and a smattering of foreign counties, and have never lived close enough to home to warrant more than two 50-pound suitcases full of possessions.
Whilst living abroad, my cancer crab self hoarded little nick knacks with the hope of some day placing them neatly on an alter in my very own sacred space. I’ve collected tapestries, rugs, soap dishes, hand towels, place mats, etc… and have finally (FINALLY!) gathered all of my belongings in around me into my little shell, and have started the process of growing my roots.
Today, for the first time ever, I have begun to weave my nest in a location that has the potential life span of 2+ years. The feeling has been mildly overwhelming, as roots are the antithesis of my nomadic lifestyle, but I am excited to embrace the transition from drifter to bed owner, and sigh knowing that from here on out (unless I join an order of monks) I will be hiring a U-haul truck to move me from one shell to the next.
But the feeling of change and rootedness are the things I am grateful for today. Not to mention my stellar family and friends who helped me transport and carry my entire life into my new apartments.
So much gratitude! Let the nesting begin!