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Maybe one day I can learn to root myself somewhere, but not now. I need to move - I need to travel. Four years in one place seems so unrealistic. My feet are getting itchy and I feel The Fear creeping up. It's that unshakeable feeling of wearing a place out to it's last straw. Of realizing that you've found what you needed, satisfied yourself, and are a parasite in the city for sticking around any longer than necessary. My job is done here, now it's time to move along.