Moving. Again.
I hate it. But I love it. And I cannot seem to stop doing it.
Lately, I have been pondering why I am sooo sociopathically nomadic. Like what is the root cause of this high need...borderline(complete)compulsion...to move?
Could it just be that I am a complete commmitment-phobe?
Or moreso, is it duality of the aforementioned?
This is something I feel I should figure out in the near future.
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