Danae exit, stage East

For a variety of logistical reasons, I will no longer be living at Elysium when I return from England. There is minimal drama and hard feelings, just logistics.

So, I'll be either looking for a super cheap one bedroom/bachelors, or for housemates.

I SHOULD be able to get another apartment in Hazelburn pretty easily if I so desire, but I'm also open to other options.

Set me up with da roomies, yo.

Prefer a move-in of September 1, but October or August would be okay too.

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Exercise. Eat well. Sleep long. Keep a schedule. Clean up after yourself. Make time for fun. Get your work done. Shine. Be brilliant.

I list, I regiment, I schedule, define, refine and confine, but that's not where the happiness lies.

I break out for a moment here and there... I run free, but not for long. I feel good, I feel alive. But there's a down for this up. Tomorrow I'll pay.

There aren't any easy answers. I'm a three year old, asking why?, never satisfied with the answer because, that's not how it should be, damn it!

Any day now, the world will see it my way. Any day. Because I sure as hell am not seeing it their way.

In the meantime, don't mind me if I fight. Don't mind me if I squirm. This isn't where I belong. This isn't how I choose to live my life. Being me in the micro makes me a shadow in the macro, but chasing the big picture douses my fire, and why was I doing this again?

If it makes sense to you, I probably don't. Don't judge that. Don't judge me. There's room for both of our kind in this town, I'm sure of it. We'll circle and touch at points here and there. See eye to eye because I'm jumping or you're ducking, stepping sideways into each others' dimensions. That's okay, you know. So long as we can all find what we're looking for.