Nomad.

I am like a nomad, always moving towards a better place. I settle in one place then force myself out of it before it all becomes too comfortable. And here I am again, packing up, leaving my life here in New York that I worked for 6 months to create. It's been established and I move on. Goodbyes never felt right to me but sometimes it is just best not to look back. On I go again, a new adventure, back to an old place I once thought I knew well. Life is never stationary, it is constantly orbiting to form new experiences and relationships. A wish to carve out a new home in my old place, a wish to continue on this journey towards growth and true happiness and to always know that no matter where I am, I am always home.
One week left New York. It's almost too surreal to say it happened.