6 months ago I moved into this new apartment, took advantage of the floor to ceiling windows for all the light it is able to capture, the spacious size at a brilliant price, the comfortability of a safe commute; however, I’m unsettled. As the ivies grow, the more I feel the need to uproot myself.

At certain points in my life when I feel myself settling, something inside me stirs, muddies the water inside.

I need to move. I’m fine, I’m good, really; but I’m not meant to be here. The city is wondrous, the view I have is of more sky than I’ve ever had before, yet I can’t imagine myself living here for more than the signed lease.

I need to meditate more.