Anyway, something both my sister and I noticed is that both of us have settlement issues. What does this actually mean?
My sister's stuff is all over her room, but all in suitcases and boxes. Yes, until now, even after living here for almost a year now, with a job and everything, she still is living in a suitcase. Aside from a bed, she has no furniture. And sad to say, I am the same thing. I have furniture in my house, but only the basics. If I needed to pack my stuff, I can do it within half a day.
It's like being a turtle, you know, having your house behind your back and you're able to carry it wherever you go. Somehow, the sense of permanence is not present.
I rationalize that I am not permanently going to stay in Buffalo. In fact, I am almost done. I am more than half-way done, so why plant my roots deeply if I am moving again?
I didn't realize that my sister has the same issue in her head. Then she realized that the only remedy for this one is to buy furniture. Otherwise, she would always see herself fleeting from one place to another. It reminds me of my sentiment here, from time to time, that somehow I feel like it is time to move out of Buffalo.
Maybe it is because of the way we grew up, as kids of diplomats. We move around, internationally nonetheless, and packing things are just a piece of cake. We move to a place with the realization that we would leave after a few years. And no, I don't carry a diplomatic passport anymore, but somehow the mentality is still there.