Comment: "We moved the next year."

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"We moved the next year."

And suddenly, just like that, everything changed. Right?

That's what life is like. Long periods of stability where nothing much changes, everything just kind of inches along, and then suddenly there's a big discontinuity. You move, you go to a new school, you graduate, you break up with a girlfriend, your mom dies. (My mom died when I was 19)

Suddenly the whole landscape changes. It is a new season - the season of the new house/school/job/life without a mom.

The old season has ended, and looking back, you realize that season is over, and it is never coming back.

There's only one direction to go: Forward.

Thanks for sharing.