Places you live grow into you and you grow into them. People you live with are the same. So you’re growing out on two levels and sometimes, then, they’re intertwined. Root on root on root, shoving around growing and shrinking. Until eventually you know you want to stay or want to go, or are pulled away or forced to stay. What happens when some roots die and maybe even poison the water; what happens when on drinks all the water? What happens to the others and who tends to them? The roots tend to each other, probably, and the raingiver does. So our lives are intertwined with place, time, and people and this is one of the good things in life, this tangle. Some above ground and easy to see and most hidden underneath everything else.
But we get to pick where we’re planted, sometimes.