I'm getting ready to move. Again. I've been at my mom's for the past month, sitting in stasis.
My car is packed. The cats know something is up. For some reason I don't want to leave. I want to stay here with my mother. Did I suddenly regress to 12?
Here's the thing. I'm tired of moving. I want to be somewhere permananent, solid, home. I guess that I've been trying to find my fit for a long time now and it just hasn't happened. So I guess that I'll keep moving, trying to find my fit until I find someplace that feels right to me. My real fear? That I'll never find it.
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