child of the road
You would think —
Being a child of the road my entire life and having lost count of interstate moves somewhere around interstate move #10, I would be all sanguine about the upcoming move now it is set in stone.
I am for sure moving.
I just, um, don’t know where.
I am not sanguine.
Not having a safety zone leaves me in a state of perpetual low level anxiety and dread.
It’s always there, like a low level music chord in the background.
And will be until I have figured out where I am landing and have a landing point.