I have spent a great deal of my life dreaming of, and encouraging, change. In my teens, feeling dissatisfied and restless, I would move the furniture around in my bedroom, at least every two weeks, just to experience the change I seem to constantly crave (no, not al la KD).
When my perpetual wanderlust whispers sweet nothings to me, some days I hear them more clearly than others, and I might go away for a long weekend. It helps, at least until the next bout.
So, when today I started to feel like I need a change, and I was pondering the merits of living in yet another country (I've lived in 3), I wasn't too shaken up. Par for the course, I thought, at this time of year. By this time of year, I mean my birthday. It's a big one, and dammit, it deserves big dreams.
Moving the furnitures around every couple of weeks seems to be a good idea, I should do that.
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