Nomad

Some days I suspect I was a nomad in a previous life. I have the wanderlust gene which is both a blessing and a curse. The new and different appeals to me and I have a curious nature. I long to just travel for days on end with no particular destination in mind. Or at the very least move apartments for a change of pace. When I first moved to DC, I went through four apartments in the course of the year. Moving got to be somewhat of a habit. I am *trying* to resist that urge to move, as I'm experiencing it now. My digs are nice, cozy, and spacious. I've been in the same apartment for sixteen months; that's the longest I've lived in one place since I left home for college. But I gotta say, this wanderlust gene is starting to kick in...