I find each day unique and unplanned as I concentrate on finding new living quarters. I wonder what ever happened to the nitty-gritty routine of the past when I rushed out the door in the morning, tackled rush hour traffic, yearned for the workday to end, and spent the evening recuperating. Granted, such a habitual life lacked excitement and adventure, yet there was security in knowing what to expect and freedom in not trying to make frequent logical decisions. Now, even a specific plan for when or what to eat, I feel discombobulated.

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