everyone wants me to move, except me.
i don’t want to.
i’m feeling pressure from all sides at the moment.
it’s taken me years to feel settled somewhere. years.
i know life would be more simple if i move back.
yet there is a difference between being settled, and settling.
but no one ever writes that in a manual.
perhaps i should pen a nomad’s guide to survival.
i have lots to say.
and i would leave copies on park benches for other wanderers to pick up.
you’d pick it up and flip through, and then discard it, on the next block.
yes. you would.
because i would too.