Settle down, girl

I’ve moved a lot in my life. For the past 10 years, I have moved once a year, whether it was to another dorm room, a new apartment, or even to another country. You could say I’m hopelessly nomadic, yes. And all of this moving about as a necessity has become something of an addiction.

Reasons I’ve moved include:

-Needing a roommate

-Becoming a Resident Advisor (i.e. QUEEN OF ALL DORM-DOM)

-Going home for the summer

-Graduating university

-Relocating to South Korea for my new job

-Quitting my job in South Korea

-Missing Korea so much, turning around and going back

-Getting married and relocating to Canada

-Canada kicked out butts and we high-tailed it to my parents house in the US

-Back to Korea, our safe haven that gives out free apartments because of my native English fluency

And NOW: I will be moving once again.

Moving is an addiction because each time I begin to feel disenchanted with a place, I know there’s solace in another place. Yeah, I’m a runner.

But this time, I’ve gotten tired of running. I want to settle down. I want to plant a garden. I want to take walks through my quiet woods. To raise chickens. To make breakfast and chat with my family and drink tea, and know that I am allowed to accumulate belongings because I don't have to pack up and go anywhere in six months.

I’m going home soon. And this nomad will be settled and happy.

Marni Manning - Artist

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