l'm going to the moon

I took a bike ride last Sunday when the sun was coming up and the streets were deserted. Everything looked fresh and quaint and Southern and perfect, just like it always has to me. I thought, wow, I really do love Richmond- it doesn't have a devastating and obvious beauty, but it is comfort. It is home.
But I still feel weird, like I don't belong here anymore. And I know that's because I don't like comfort, or security, or pleasant things like that. I like to be....unsure? I like to move and not know where I'm headed and not be sure if I'm going to make it.