Belonging

I walk along the ocean. 24 degrees and a little windy. People are wearing shorts and T-shirts and I have a fleece jacket. It takes a couple of days to adjust. All the sadness and melancholy have become emptiness. It will pass. It always does. And I am still a bit overwhelmed with the intensity of it all. Last week was full of endings. However, it still feels as if something continues. We cannot end these relationships now, when they just started growing. And of course we won't. They will still be there, with oceans and oceans between us. 

I am between lives. One just ended and another one is about to start. I am at the moment without a residency country, but I don't lack a passport. And I do have a nationality. I belong somewhere, maybe to more than one place and hopefully to many hearts. This is a choice. That is important to remember. A choice not everyone has.