I hear you.
Many will likely parse this as hidden depression or an unhappy marriage or a need to find a hobby or something.
I feel like it’s deeper. The whole urban grind lifestyle just doesn’t work for some. They feel the prison bars on their skin. They’re wired for movement and novelty and exploration. And I think that’s perfectly fine. To be celebrated even.
Moreover, I think we’re all like that a bit but find it hard to question modern life which for all of its material gains is, IMO, unnaturally keen to lock people into highly repetitive rhythms and constraining obligations.
Yep. Train canceled. Had to walk and then be stuffed into an overfilled tram. Roughly 40 minute commute became 90 minutes or more.