of work, of Denton, of life...
Since birth, every 6 years I've moved to a completely different place. At 6, we moved from Hobbs, New Mexico to Coahoma, Texas. At 12, we moved from Coahoma to Freer, Texas. At 18, I moved from Freer to Denton, Texas. It's time for something new, something bigger.
I'm the most restless person you will ever meet. Since moving out of my parent's house. I haven't lived in one place for more than a year. The longest period I've ever held the same job is one year (this was while I was in college and I only worked 2 or 3 days a week, so I'm not sure it counts).
Stability scares me. I like when things are messy and difficult; it makes me feel alive to struggle.
I loathe complacency. I hate existance without a purpose, without a greater goal. "Settle" is a the worst word ever invented.
It's time for a big move, a big decision. I want more...
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