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I’ve started over a couple times. Move with only a backpack. Live in an empty apartment in a new city. New job. New people. It doesn’t feel fresh it feels weird. Like I don’t even have a spatula to flip an egg. New places are nice, but there are good places and bad places. One in ten are places I’d actually want to live and even the greatest places have a dark shadow. Paris has grimey parts even at the fringes of the awesome parts.

If you get the recurring feeling that something needs changing that feeling will almost certainly follow you into any circumstance you put yourself in. It might be worth digging into the source of it.

Now, granted I do know people who follow a nomadic traveling life, but they do it with a childish sense of wonder, not out of a desire to throw everything away. And even those people wonder what it would have been like on the other path. Because traveling cuts off other branches of opportunity. “What would it have been like to have a career?” my one wandering friend says.