The holidays always seem to make time slow down in the worst possible way. Everything takes twice as long as it needs to and I'm more restless than usual. It's worse this year with the godforsaken heat. December is as May should have been.
I spent 4 years as an urban nomad. I moved every three months, owned only what I could fit in my car. It was a period of chronic restlessness. For two years now, I've been in one place, (a personal record). But lately I find myself thinking 'what if? what if?'. I would need more than just a change of context, a new scene has never really been enough. Whatever it is I'm looking for isn't living in a different part of town.
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