I love living in this city. Love it. It has become home to me. I'm comfortable here. I love the people here. I love the coffee here. So... why the hell am I starting to feel restless? I have the itch to move again. I love everything about Nashville (with the exception of country music), but there's nothing for me here vocationally. I hate this. I finally settle into a place that I absolutely love, and now I feel like uprooting myself again.
Even though I long for consistency and comfort, just like any other human being, there's this weird desire somewhere in me to be completely unsettled. There's something inside of me that keeps telling me that life is too full of adventure for me to stay in one place. It's a big world out there with lots to offer. I want to experience it, I want to change it, and I want to be a part of it all before I die.
Why can't I be normal? Why don't I want to pursue the American dream? Why don't I want to get married, have 2.5 kids, and live in a two-story house with a white picket fence? There's safety in these things, but I can't talk myself into wanting them.
And why can't I find a template that I like for this thing? Too bad I'm not computer savvy, or I would create my own.
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What is it, indeed, that pushes us to do that? Are we afraid to commit? Are we nomadic at heart?
The same phenomenon occurs in my life; whenever I settle, I start to think of moving again. Someday (not now. Definitely not now) I want to desire permanence.
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