Sometimes you find yourself transplanted somewhere you never imagined you'd be. Your roots have pulled up and you think your are heading then and there - surprise - you end up over here for a while. And part of you feels a bit lost in that middle land. You wonder if you should actually dig down here. Is is fair with these roots, I mean they will get yanked out again. But then you realize you need to and you have to. It's the only way to grow. And grow you must.
And by you, I mean me.
