Moving

I move -- the furniture, the stuff in the drawers, the things on the shelves.
I sell my condo, unlease my lease, rent a new place.
I change jobs.
Make new friends.
Volunteer new places.
I move.
Write new stories.
Find a new center point, a new filler, a new way.
That is what I did.
I used to rearrange my world when I couldn't rearrange my life.
It doesn't seem to work anymore.
I think I am done moving.