The Longer I Run, The Less That I Find
For a while I almost felt a sense of sick urgency to find a different place to live. Then, when I found a place or two I kind of liked, I started feeling more at peace with where we are, at least for a little while longer.
Then I have this song on that I just bought a while back, and it’s kind of funny how the lyrics go:
If I wander ‘til I die
May I know whose hand I’m in
If my home I’ll never find
And let me live again.
I think the absence of what I perceived as good choices was bothering me more than our present arrangements.