I feel it.
I don't even want it.
I am happy where I am.
I am settling in, creating relationships, finding community.
I want to be here.
And yet....there it is.
To move on to the next adventure, the next place, the next challenge.
Sometimes, when it happens, I can take a short trip, and it goes away.
Not this time.
The trip did not help.
It may have increased it.
So where to?
Do I just throw a dart and head that direction?
Sell what I own, grab the dog and go?
I told myself I wouldn't.
Said I don't want to travel alone anymore.
I want the settled home, the relationships, the community.
And yet.....this damn itch.
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