Change.........the only constant

I have just found something that I hate with renewed passion. Packing and moving. But it has been such a constant in my life. Started off when I 1st set sail from India to here in '98 . It must have been Rahu Kalam. There was a time bout 2 yrs back when I was sure that was the end of my moving. I had my entire life planned around that piece of land. But life had its own plans for me. Here I am moving for the 13th time in 8 years. Earlier my little Civic who has been my constant companion was my Mover. But of course human nature……the collection has increased over the years and so has my anxiety about moving. Each move has kinda marked a milestone, and the 128K miles on my car. But am hoping my new place is as good to me as my current one has been, not to mention that it is going to be my own. And as I am getting ready to let go of the fabulous Lake Michigan views from my apt and preparing to look onto tall buildings instead, I question the waves : Que sera sera…….