I’ve lost my way. More than once. In fact, I am probably right now in an endless circling divagation, my life a tiny town drawn in around wherever my erring took me.
Yes. That’s about it.
There comes a time when you admit this is your final resting place and put the pin in. Even if you feel restless and unfinished, hardly begun. Your town is what has been drawn around you, based on what you actually do and think and feel every day. Is it enough? No, it’s not enough. Are you bored, at your age? Yes, I can be. I could be done. Finished.
Should I move to New York? No, you couldn’t, ma’am.
But is that really true? Yes, it’s a fact.