Beginnings...they have always annoyed me. Not that I don't like to start new things; it's just the initial point of departure that I prefer to get past as soon as possible. I adore change yet find a sublime comfort in the few static threads that weave my life together. As I get older I realize that my wanderlust (both physical and virtual) is born of luxury. The choice to remain in one place lingers like a warm bed that I can always crawl back into.
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