when people move, when people end their lease, there's standard nostalgia that accompanies moving on. it's not just that i have no feeling, it's not just that i have no physical attachment to anything, it's that moving on has become not only a mundane methodical routine of re-locating, but it's also become a pang of angst as it means that i haven't yet accomplished what i've set out to do...woosah. stay positive. and keep plugging away. and so after i landed, after i unpacked. i swam and drank wine and ran the mountain the rest of the weekend...
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