Every so often I get an itch. The telltale signs of the oncoming itch are always the same and once it’s there, it’s beyond impossible to ignore. For years I always wondered if it was me. If I was ungrateful, expecting too much, empty inside, or simply incapable of ever being satisfied. They say home is where the heart is and yet I’ve never felt … Continue reading I’m restless
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