Given a chance I'd probably wallow happily in a deep-old rut for decades.
Yet I have changed my place of work almost four times in that many years. Hardly have time to really settle in before I'm packing it up again. All for the sake of career advancement.
Damn. I hate the wandering nomadic life. I hate living out of what amounts to a suitcase for months. I hate not knowing what's going to happen tomorrow. I hate picking up the threads of a new life in a fuckin foreign land with perfect strangers I don't know.
After all I don't enjoy change. Seriously never liked them. Unlike my mother who relishes challenges and deplores ruts, I don't need excitement and change in my life once every little while.
I know it's crummy, stinky and dirty but I love my rut!
Do I really have to move?
Dull doldrums are for me. Seriously, the duller the better. Guess I was made out to be what used to be the typical Japanese salaryman - that efficient lil cog in the monstrously large machine working 9 to 5 clocking in with the same dull routine every day from womb to tomb. Staying in the same town for decades while bringing up a multi-generational family - becoming almost a permanent fixture in the community.
That's for me. I like digging deep solid roots into a place.
Would be cool to hear of people talking of the old Dr Paul pottering about in his dignified brownstone decades from now.
Hell, that old coot, he's been living there for years. Looks damned serious but wouldn't you know, he actually trips the mischievious vandals who skate by with his cane!
Yeah, that old man :)