restless soul

Not so long ago, when I was a boomerang kid, under the roof of my parents once again, I one of my epiphanies. The room in which I kept my things and slept in every night has a tented ceiling, as in the pitch is vaulted to the semblance of a great tent. A temporary shelter!
My imagination took me out of that room, that house; to be independent again. I have moved nearly every year since commencing college, and now we're up to year 10. And yet, I am still a restless soul. Why can't I just sit on my hands, settle down, marry a nice boy, and add to the population with 1.5 kids?
Because, from a very young age, I have been wholly desirous to fly. Flightiness, not to be confused with airheadedness, is one of my qualities. Never going too far from family, I have escaped to different cities and have had to make new friends all over again. With a job opening up in, yes, a city three hours away, this little bird might just take flight again. Maybe this time a good gent will be able to keep the pace...