The Wrong Kind of Stable

By Pagurad

For years, stability was my answer to everything.

"What do you want?" Stability.

I believed it.

Then I'd count the cities. Lose count.

Right now – no permanent status, no certainty about next month, more open questions than I can name.

And yet. Something quiet inside. For the first time in a long time.

Maybe I was never chasing stability.

Maybe I was just chasing the feeling that I'm going the right way.

I don't know how to explain it.