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| Why am I always leaving? Even when things are going great and I feel at ease, if an opportunity comes up I chase it. I try to accept wherever I happen to be but I abhor routine; if not the particulars then in principle. Does that make me idealistic or naive? On way out to last 4Shadows jam in 5 years of rocksteady Sundays I see Miso on her favorite perch in Indian summer sun and I ask myself, How can I leave? My parents were refugees, only half voluntarily and that's how I feel: always chasing a dream. Things are good in Seattle but it was never where I wanted to be--though I did have a vision once of what turned out to be our apartment exactly. But what I'll miss most is the community, the friends who are family. |  |