On roots.

When I first met my husband, he accused me of not having any roots, of being a nomad. He is Spanish and had until then always lived in the same city (except for a few short years when he was studying somewhere else). In his opinion, I lacked roots because I moved around a lot and cherished that style of life.I remember telling him then that you don’t need to stay in one place to have very deep roots. You take your roots with you. My roots are entrenched in my family, in those who live under my roof and those who were before me. Those who live with us today are the new roots. Those who were before are the deeper ones and already in the past.What do you want me to say? I love discovering new cultures and peoples. I love learning new things. I love living new experiences. And the more I move, the wider my horizons are.

And all that I do together with my family. By discovering the world together, our today roots grow stronger. Sharing experiences makes those roots firmer.

Which doesn’t mean I renounce the older roots. In fact, I’m currently preparing my family tree. I traced my ancestors all the way to Scotland and Germany on my father’s side. I always treasured the stories my parents and grandparents used to tell about their past when we were young. Funnily enough, my husband knows very little about his family. So he has very strong today roots. Which is fine.

I believe our roots are as deep as we want to make them. You can have very strong present roots and still not know much about your ancestors. Roots give you a sense of who you are by showing you where you come from and where you stand today.

One can therefore always strengthen one’s roots, either by learning about past ones or by reinforcing current ones. I’m all for roots.

Smile, J.