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Christ, I always hated change. When I was younger I was terrified of moving. I mean, I didn't even like it when my parents got a new car. I hated the thought of rearranging my room and had anxiety at the start of every new school year. I thought I would explode when I got my first boyfriend and was convinced I would die when it ended. I lost sleep over my first haircut. I guess that says something. Maybe I was so happy that I couldn't possibly imagine it getting any better, so I always met change with negativity. Now, I can't get enough of it. I would dye my hair every day if I could. I'd move into a new house every month. I would go to a different bar every night. I guess it's normal, but sometimes it makes me think I'm missing something: a constant.