and here we were, the kind of people who try to stop the world from spinning so ******* fast. Killing time, making money to spend to make that time killing bearable. This made up our lives; but, for a few days in the year we truly lived .

Why is it "American's hunger to move"?

Is it a lack of identity (i.e. being a mixed bag of ancestry such as Germanic, Celtic, Anglo-Saxon) and the search to find one?

Is it something in the land pounded into the earth by the feet of it's nomadic natives long ago?

Is it the near constant expansion since the days of Lewis, Clark, Pike, and Hudson?

Could it be the cyclic disillusionment inevitable in the culture and economic cores of the country?

Is there just too ******* much space?

It would be easy to blame President Eisenhower for the whole thing by giving people a means of traveling the whole country so conveniently in the first place.

But I don't think that is it.

Who am I to know though? I'm not even pretending to have an answer.

This is a conversation from my head, a place where i am a lot more eloquent.

I say "I've only been to a few cities, in a handful of states, in one country. I am in no way qualified to know where in the world i want to live, where i belong. I do, however, know who i belong with. I belong with you."

You say "How do you know that though? You've only been with a handful of girls, surely you haven't seen a world's worth. How do you know?"

I say "The same way i'll know when i've found my city. I know i won't see the world, but when i find my city... when it's time... i'll know. It may be a city i've known for years, just overlooked, but when i truly find it, see it as it truly is, i'll feel safe, happy, full of life... i'll feel home. Like i do with you."