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Cities change.
Borders soften and harden.
Economies rise and fall.
And people like me
are swept along—
not entirely unwilling,
yet never fully rooted.

I have lived in motion—
arriving, departing,
settling, unsettling.
Each place temporary,
each belonging partial.

Perhaps this unsettledness
is my destiny.
Or perhaps it is simply
the rhythm of this age—
an era where movement
is mistaken for progress
and stability feels almost old-fashioned.

There was a time
when I longed to anchor myself.
Now I am learning
to float without resentment.

This restless, ever-moving life—
I no longer resist it.
I accept its currents,
its uncertainty,
its quiet loneliness.

In this fast-changing world,
perhaps home is not a fixed address
but the ability
to endure the journey.

And so I remain—
not fully settled,
not entirely lost—
just carried forward
by time and wind.

(Sydney, 2 August 2021)