230. A human in perpetual motion seeking a place to land

I used to think: maybe memory is all the home I can get. I have this crazy warped bias in my mind that I don’t deserve to settle anywhere because I live such a hopscotch life. It is no wonder that I was single for so long, no one wants to be with such a perpetual-motion human (that’s what I thought anyway). Someone who keeps their life in a semi-packed state, emotionally and literally. I used to…