One of my coworkers turned to me at work today and asked if I was feeling restless. I cocked an eyebrow in response, wondering what this was in reference to. She elaborated: Was I feeling restless about being in one place for so long, about being in Utah still?
I laughed because it’s so true. I know that I’m restless, easily bored, and that stable, long-term connections generally aren’t my thing. I’m not talking romantically, just in general. There’s something about the spirit of being a loner, just changing places every now and then and starting anew.
To answer the question directly: Yes, I’m restless. I constantly think about where I want to move, what I want to do…but it’s in my blood. That doesn’t mean that I don’t like where I am and what I’m doing. It’s just the constant strive for the place that I won’t want to leave, that I won’t think “what if”.
I am restless. Because if I’m not doing something constantly–something challenging, new, adventurous–I get bored. I just want to feel alive, experience and different things. The very opposite of boredom, stasis, relaxation. That’s the New York and Jersey in me, I guess–constantly in Drive and never wanting to be in Neutral or Park.