The wandering moss

I am the one who picks up and moves. I am the one who receives the hugs and goodbyes. I am the one who is always brought up to think that change is the only constant. It feels weird to be the one who is staying back. It is a feeling of stability that is reassuring and annoying at the same time. It's a feeling that am not used to.

I get restless, listless, depressed,bored - of the scenery, the routine, thankfully not the people.

People use the phrase, put down your roots. I never seem to have and somehow feel that I never will.