It’s been 15 months since I last moved. My feet itch. The clever north wind whispers to me of towns yet to be seen, friends yet to be made, battles yet to be fought…
I’m looking for the next place, the new home. Because I’ve begun to catch myself feeling like this:
There’s something attractive about the anonymity of hotel rooms. The way you shut the door and no one can find you. The new place, safe from everyone who knows you. The place where you can say you’ve always hated something and no one will remember when you loved it. A place to reinvent yourself. A place where, when trouble comes to you, you sit under the branches of a tree and feel connected to everyone else who has done the same.
Because sometimes you find it’s time to close one door and knock on another one.
Rachel's Tech Guy
March 13, 2012 @ 9:50 PM
Hey, have the winds whip you this direction. 🙂 We’ll reboot you every 14 months so you don’t have to move all your stuff in order to reinvent yourself.