Tarnation at large

I've spent a good chunk of time this night making a mix CD (as though I would disobey my new boss) and, apart from making the very most awesome compilation ever, rediscovered a song that I lost track of for a while. It's funny how a song you liked in a mild way years ago can suddenly blow you away with its new relevance when you realize it describes pretty accurately how your life has gone the past few years. This one is a song about wandering from place to place, never finding what you're looking for...

The days get shorter and the nights get cold
I like the autumn but this place is getting old
I pack up my belongings and I head for the coast
It might not be a lot but I feel like I'm making the most
The days get longer and the nights smell green
I guess it's not surprising but it's spring and I should leave

I like songs about drifters - books about the same
They both seem to make me feel a little less insane
Walked on off to another spot
I still haven't gotten anywhere that I want
Did I want love? Did I need to know?

I know that starting over is not what life's about
But my thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth
My thoughts were so loud I couldn't hear my mouth
My thoughts were so loud.
– Modest Mouse, 'World at Large'

...and getting that urge to head out the door again, to God knows where and to who knows what end. Maybe I'll find that something here that keeps me rooted in a place, but I won't let things drag out like they are much longer. Come Hell highwater or flaming tarnation, things have gotta change. Soon.