Wrath of Blog

I have a particular kind of itch.  Every time I think that I’m finally over it or just plain to old for it, it creeps up again…  See, the problem is that I have a hard time staying still.  It’s like being restless, but in a major take-your-stuff-with-you kind of way.  It maks my family groan and employers moan, but there you have it.  Maybe a defect in my design?

Yesterday I revealed to co-workers that I have lived in 18 apartments in 14 years.  That’s also 6 different places in 14 years, but multiple apartments in each place.  I hate and am stressed out by the actual process of moving, but I like being in a new place and exploring new stuff.  I have never owned property, so I haven’t ever really had a reason to get attached to anywhere other than liking it or no.  My only reason for attachment is other people living nearby.

I say this because I did just move last weekend, but just to a new apartment.  But I’ve been experiencing an urge to wander off again to a new locale, even though I’ve only been back here a year.  The picture I posted below is partial evidence of the itch recurring - I love that area.  As many problems as I had with Manhattan, I miss its very exoticness.  And I miss the way that major landmarks are commonplace both there and in DC.  San Francisco is another possibility, as it strikes me as the Left Bank of my generation, and I fear missing that energy and drive. 

*sigh*