Journal Entry: September 28, 2018
I sold chickens tonight and picked up the check. I’m moved to [my hometown]. I listened to the [local] football game as I drove to the farm, and as I did so, I felt a calming sense of permanence and purpose. No more transience.
It was nice.
For the last twelve years, my life has been defined by transience. Classes lasting a semester, internships for a summer, jobs for a year, seasonal work, traveling, never in the same place for long, seeing so many corners of the world.
Now, I’m in my own little corner with my own little place (rented, of course; I am a millenial, after all), and I have WiFi. Nothing is truly permanent, but I feel at home here, and less transient. It’s hard for me to see myself in a place for long, but perhaps that’s because it’s never happened before. Permanence, in one place, is something new for my adult life, a new adventure, and I’m looking forward to it.