I was looking forward, for so many weeks, to coming back home. Coming back to a place (most likely for the last time) in which I know every street, I have a story about every corner. I was looking forward to coming back to the town where my little five-year old feet walked in the same places as my 20-year old ones.
Instead of finding familiar solace in this town, I can only feel how out of place I am here. I'm no longer content just sitting and watching movies every night. The people I grew up with sit and stare at me when I say something that others would nod at or laugh at.
But I'm no longer content with Seattle either. So I've picked a new city to live in, and I wonder if I'm going to find discomfort in that new city just like I have in these old ones.
Will Seattle be more comfortable once I've been gone on a four and a half month romp in Europe?
or will I forever want to explore new cities, only to find myself turning into a Gypsy?
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Ruthlessly rootless.
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