always eager to pack my bags, when i really wanna stay.

so many of us have this structure in mind...but have you ever moved home, or woken up, or been driving to work, and realized that "home" isn't where your heart is anymore? this is not to say that we don't love our family, friends, or memories; because surely they make up so much of our hearts, but to say that walking out the door one day it hits you like a ton of bricks: you know exactly how this day is going to go; what's going to happen, who you're going to see...the new chapter doesn't exist, and it's what you need.

so we get up and go, leave, get gone.

and once we get to where we're going- we wait.

...how can we expect any kind of new freedom or creation to develop if the only thing we've changed is our location? we can't. it may never have been a problem of where we were, but of what we did while we were there. and living isn't actually easy. sometimes we have to force ourselves into a routine or into a spirit in order to actually fall into it, and sometimes it comes naturally. it's not just how we got there, it's not that we got there; it is both of these things, and all of the others.

eventually though, if we finally stop moving and TRY to put our feet down, we'll walk out the front door one day and This will hit you like a ton of bricks:

you know exactly how this day is going to go; what's going to happen, who you're going to see...and you'll realize that you don't need to move, because you're standing in the middle of the new chapter you were waiting for.