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0x66fF···6e6EWe moved house many times before I turned 8 years old.
As a kid, its hard to articulate the feelings that come up when going through big changes like moving. The world you know as a kid is your rock. The routines, familiar faces and the security of knowing where you stand in the world. When that daily flow of life is interrupted and changed - you quickly realize that its not just a new place you have to call home, its a new school, new friends (again)- its all encompassing.
By the 3rd move, you are completely desensitized to the entire process. You know the drill. The pain and unresolved feelings of insecurity are replaced with phrases like "this is our fresh start" and "you'll be fine, we've done it before".
Even when we moved country (Canada to the US), I was given the same fortune cookie type sentiments of "everything will be okay" and "we must embrace this new experience".
They were the bandaid solution placed over a wound I would not acknowledge until much later in life.
My struggle with crippling insecurity would be misidentified throughout my entire childhood into adulthood. When big changes came up, I'd fall into states of panic, heavy depression, self loathing and misunderstood pain. As if every bad thing that happened or will happen to me or the people I loved was somehow my fault.
Empty Nests is more than color, words and abstract shapes, it is the wound I am still healing to this day.