Is it defeat if I stay still? It's not like it's not a decision; even if it's the decision that doesn't require me to dig up roots and hope the wind isn't too heavy. What would I even do after I was done feeling fulfilled? Would that acceptance that it was all some necessary ridiculousness be worth it?
Perspective. That's what it's all about; that's what it's always, absolutely always, about.
Six months is a long time. It won't feel long, but it is. Every moment is an eternity. And no matter what the ease, the wage, or the person, it will always feel like I'm failing when those moment tick and I'm not somewhere new. That's a lot of pressure, but it's everything I am.
