Transition...

I've played the piano, cuddled with my cat, and IMed people trying to forget how things are now; but the truth of the matter is still the same. I'm moving again as a small chapter closes in PA. For a long time I've kind of lived a nomadic life, never living in the same apartment/house for longer than a year because of college, work, or something else. Quite frankly, I'm tired. I'm tired of moving. I'm tired of goodbyes. I'm tired of constant state of unrest. Longing for rest and needing to be back in a place where change happens, I'm relocating back to MD--Annapolis more specifically. So far I've lived in VA, MD, and PA this year. Crazy, I know... But I don't know when things will settle down or when I'll settle down. I'd like to say that I'll be in the next place for years and I hope that can be true. But with reconsidering law school, that also may not happen. I feel like God has had me on a crazy ride for a while. It's been fun and exciting, but I'm ready to get off and walk around in the same spot for a while. Transience is not all that it's cracked up to be...