Have you heard a story of a tree that had lost its roots? Neither did I.
Losing its roots would kill the tree. There is no story in that. No roots, no tree.
When I moved to the US in 2007 I was puzzled with a number of people moving across the whole country to go to college. To take on a new job. To get a fresh start.
So many people sever their roots in hopes to find better future and build better lives. So many of us try to start from the beginning and get caught in a loss of self-worth, self-confidence, self-acceptance.
We refuse ourselves the time and the right to process the new environment, the new us, the new and so different community and culture. We jump in and expect it all to eventually line up.
Moving to the US was one of the best things I have ever done in my life, but also one of the most difficult. I had no money, no friends, no connections, no family. I was blessed to have my husband by my side. Being an American and not having gone through what I was going through he was the most supportive but he had no idea how to help me. So, no, I wasn’t completely alone. We rarely are.
The major transformations of life that we so often take for granted happen every time we relocate, change our status, add new people to our care circle. Some minor transformations, such as a decision to start exercising or eating healthy can cause a major transformation, such as a new circle of friends.
I have been going through major transformations since before I was a teenager. Change of schools. A father who became addicted to alcohol and took abusive ways with his family. My country that had fallen apart. Becoming a Christian. Rejecting a church that had very little to do with Christianity. Moving to a different country, different continent, all the way across the world.
Finding the new me. Adapting to the new culture. Getting in touch with my root-self instead of conforming to the expectations of others. Not giving in to the pressure but searching, researching, re-inventing and defining who I am. What I am.