(Submitted by the author)
I have just counted them, all the houses, apartments and condominiums I’ve ever lived in. Twenty-two. I suspect I’ve forgotten a few. On three continents, or even four, if I count moving from the East Coast to the West Coast of the US as another continental move. Some moves happened to me as a child, so I didn’t move, I was moved. But from then on, I can now say, many of my moves were about either searching for an unknown something, hoping a change of scenery would bring it on, or running away from whatever.
We are each other’s business; we are each other’s harvest; we are each other’s magnitude and bond.
Gwendolyn Brooks, USA
