when is enough, enough? i asked this of myself when home last march. i was homesick...while i was home. felt frustrated with england. felt frustrated with home. go figure.
accumulating more stuff as i continue on. don't like it. want things to fit in those two suitcases and those two suitcases only. i'm moving soon. again. i'll be in need of more stuff. don't want stuff. don't like baggage. stuff hanging around.
this adventure, this experience, the stuff...what's this really, really about? this is not long-term. one can't keep this gig going forever.
i believe that one-way ticket home...exists. one day.
sometimes being here feels like an escape. avoidance. buying time. because it sounded like a good idea? a runaway. what from? responsibility? reality. some might argue (and i would to) this ride i'm on isn't normal. it's not realistic. long-term. mature. adult-like.
i'm dodging.
success. adventure. transiency. it's something, but sure isn't everything. this self-reliance feels...old.
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