Walking on...

My book opens with these U2 lyrics. They meant something completely different at the time that the book was being written, and something completely different when I read them now, in the context of the recent upheaval in my personal life. Whether it is a city, or a person, how can/does one leave behind something that one achingly loves?

And love is not the easy thing...
The only baggage you can bring
Is all that you can't leave behind...

Walk on, walk on
What you got, they can't steal it
No they can't even feel it
Walk on, walk on
Stay safe tonight...

And I know it aches
And your heart it breaks
And you can only take so much
Walk on, walk on

Leave it behind
You've got to leave it behind
All that you fashion
All that you make
All that you build
All that you break
All that you measure
All that you steal
All this you can leave behind