I feel like Pando- the name given to an area of Quaking Aspen trees. A forest of trees, all sharing identical genetic material, which is connected through its roots and sprouts new trees all through the singular root system and *could* be as old as a 80,000 years.
I’ve been moving since I left home at 19. For 11 years I’ve been leaving pieces of me in all the places I’ve been- sprouting my own trees of memories. I don’t know how far my roots extend or where I begin or end. I’m about to spread my roots even further- both exciting and yet reminding me of how much I just want to go home again.