…lf-unpacked on my closet floor, and job listings in a different city were pulled up on my computer. My internal theories weren’t matching up: Newness was supposed to make life exciting, not empty. Because I was perpetually starting over, I lacked any ties to people to share new discoveries with. It rendered them hollow instead of significant.
…ing meant new people, new jobs, and new situations, which had to be started from scratch each time. It was supposed to feel like freedom. Instead, all the newness, all the time, felt eerily like being lost. Those hikes and dinner parties never actually materialized.