rinue | Movement Studies

The story of my epic and frequent childhood, (and later, adult,) relocations, is, while extensive, fairly tedious going, and so we will leave it aside. Suffice it to say that I have moved any number of times, starting when I was four, mostly between cities and sometimes between countries, and this has left me with a general estrangement from my surroundings, wherever those (presumably impermanent) surroundings may be. It has also turned me into a cliched pseudo-nomad, in that I'm constantly on the move but the motivation for that moevement is a powerful and vague hope that I will someday find someplace that feels like home. (Sometimes I hum the theme to "The Rifleman.") As a result, I promise myself with every move that this time, this time, the move is permanent - or at least better than here, which has already let me down. (You might say I have geographical intimacy issues.)

To hedge my bets, I also promise myself that I will get better and shinier friends because I will reinvent myself as a less brittle and more interesting person once I am freed from the baggage of past expectations. The fact that this has never yet happened fails to move me in any way; I retain a full and unshakeable belief in the potential of the future!

So, anyway, I'm going to move to Austin in a couple of months, and I'm pretty excited. I think it could work, and even if it doesn't, I'll have a few months of thinking it can work, which is better than what I've got going now.