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Friday, January 20, 2006

On the move

I'm starting to feel restless again.

Actually, I've been restless for a long time. I guess I'm always restless. I'm never happy where I am, I'm always on the move, always looking for the next best thing. Never really finding it.

I've met someone new. Seems like I'm always doing that, too. I love those initial stages, hesitation, uncertainty and that thrilling foray into foreign territory. It's exhausting, too, though.

I wonder if I'll know when to stop.

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