a place to live and leave my stuff year-round, even when i travel, even when i’m not in school
a place to live and leave my stuff for a few years, to get a little settled, to learn the creaks in the floor and unpack all my boxes and hide the packing debris away for more than a few months before i move away again
a car…and the ability to travel places with it sometimes
temporary stability that lasts longer than a year
a place that convinces me to stop calling “home” wherever i rest my head that night and reminds me that i don’t have to always be free-floating to be free
a home that is just (im)perfect enough that i’m not afraid to leave and move on when the time comes, and another little place where i can rest, really rest, when i get there
a particular kind of perhaps even adult stability, that’s what i want, because even my adventuring spirit is weary of living spread so thin i can barely rest, no matter where i land…
