...a new job. One that doesn't make me travel.
My existence the past few days has been akin to the one I survive through when I'm living a million miles from "home". How did this happen?
It used to be I loved being at home. Then I got shoved in the field so much that I lost that feeling... and now I don't feel at home anywhere.
Travel is fun when you have something (and someone or several someones) to come home to. It's a relief when "home" is in quotes.
Part of it, of course, is that I just miss the Ex. Or something like that.
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