Comings and Goings

So... I am a restless character so far. I like to be on the move and experience new things everyday. I get bored with places, I've found. Maybe my heart is that of an adventurer or a traveler, more comfortable coming and going than staying. Part of me feels like there is some place better for me, but I feel like this would be the case wherever I go, whatever place I try. So... in the meantime I try to be settled instead. Here, where I am, in Portland, Oregon. I try to grow where I'm planted. But that only lasts a week, maybe two. And then I'm ready to go again. I've struggled against myself because of this, as I feel it is right to be settled. Perhaps it is part of my American psyche, always looking forward to a new place, a new land, a better place. Ready to go out west. Wanting to improve my life with a change of geography. But even more than all that I want to fall in love with a place, one place, and live my days there. To become a part of that place. I'd like to know one place so that I can predict the comings and goings of birds, and the comings and goings of seasons. To be so settled and in place that I could observe, rather than enact, the comings and goings.