My parents grew up across the street from each other in Williamsburg, Brooklyn before marrying and moving out to Farmingdale, in Nassau County, where my brothers and I grew up. It was relative stability for decades, but once we became adults, we scattered.
My brothers are in California, while I lived in New York, South Carolina, Alabama and Minnesota before settling in Massachusetts nearly 22 years ago. My wife Mary has been here for over 35 years, having moved to the Bay State from Michigan.
Three of my children were born on Long Island; one in Alabama, and the youngest in Albany, New York. They currently live in North Carolina, Massachusetts and Garissa, Kenya, although all of that is subject to change. While some of this could be attributed to geographical restlessness, it’s become the new normal.
And while I don’t think it’s bad to follow one’s sense of adventure, I also like to think that one should eventually find a place to set up roots. After all, seeds will only scatter from a tree that is firmly planted.