According to gardeners everywhere, when a perennial plant is transplanted, you expect it to "sleep, creep and leap". In the first year, the plant is expected to "sleep"...not grow much, and become accustomed to its new home. In the second year, it should "creep" as it begins to grow and grow into its new home. By the third year, the plant should grow by "leaps" and bounds.
I have spent my life as a transplant. First, as an Air Force brat. The longest I lived in any location growing up was 6 years. Unable to control my wanderlust once I left home, I continued to move on a regular basis. I think this has made me resilient, if unmoored. I have currently experienced what is likely to be my last physical move for a long time; after spending three fantastic years in New Zealand at my dream job, I've returned to the US to be closer to family.
Our family made the return to the US without secure jobs, which some called "brave". I've used other adjectives. We've spent the past 9 months either under-or unemployed, which has caused me to re-examine my life, and especially my desire for, and attachment to things. I've always been interested in a low-impact life, and this may be the reset button I really needed to make this a reality. Not minimalism, per se...rather, minimalist-ish.
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