Upon initial assessment most people would probably not presume my transient nature. In fact, probably just the opposite; superficially I appear to be stable and steadfast. I can’t deny that in many facets I am those things, but I also can’t refute this deeply seeded, surmounting fervor for movement, bedlam, and change.
It’s completely contradictory, as I live most days with utmost order, every minute meticulously scheduled. But I obviously want more. I’ll have spent the last three weekends away from home (if you can call the abode in which I keep my material possessions that); I’ll be away again this weekend, and again the next two. If I had to estimate, I’d say I’ve already taken about 25 flights this year, and am probably only home about 60% of the time.
So is it innately in my temperment to thrive on these interchanges; this propensity for departures? Am I ultimately running away or running to something? It’s perplexing, to dissect and question your own lifestyle, wondering if it complements the “norm”, whatever that fleeting fad may be.
posted by Sheila @ 5/12/2006 09:26:00 AM
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