Interesting that someone congratulated me, wishing me luck on a "new life" as I look forward to moving to New York. But really, is it a new life?

I realize that it isn't at all. The only reason I stayed in one place for the past four years was because of college. Now that that's over with, I'm on the move again, like I've been since I was fifteen. The longest I can be in one place is 2-3 years, and then its time to hit the road.

Hence the tagline, keeptraveling.

It's not new. Sure, i'm going to different place, with different people, with a whole unknown adventure waiting to happen, but the fun of it, i realize, is temporary. Everything in my life has been transient, fleeting, and it seems that in every episode, just when I raise the hopes that I've found a place of permanence, I find myself (every time, painfully) reminded that things don't work that way.

I guess the pain is my own fault, because I set myself up for this sort of disappointment. Probably, now that I'm finding a sort of resolution to the most recent mess I've made, next time I'll be able be a bit more savvy and careful about thinking there's a reason to ever stay in one place at all.

Right now, it's a razor-sharp little pill to swallow, accepting things as they are. But difficult as it is, I know I've lived through similar episodes; the only thing that's different is the place and people. I didn't learn the first time, so now I'm paying for that indiscretion. I'll pull through this, and the world will turn, and then I can start over, like I've always done.

Only this time, I won't let myself be pulled into the illusions. This isn't a new life, this is just a continuation of how things are, so as excited as I am to be going someplace new, it's tempered by the fact that my life is still pretty much the same.