Adrift

After almost six years of overseas living, I feel adrift.

My days and weeks are defined by school and work schedules and my months by how many are left at post and my years by how many are left before we apply for and/or depart for the next post.

That said, I don’t want to settle down in one city any time soon. I’m adrift between permanence and temporariness.

It’s an unsettling feeling.

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