In Transition (Still?)

Yes, still.
There is nothing worse (I think) than being stuck in a place that makes you restless, unhappy, unfulfilled. Not knowing where to go to get the best deal on [x]. Not caring, either. Because you're leaving in a month and even if you weren't, you hate it so much it doesn't much matter to find the things about it that might make you happy, or at least more interested.

The sprawl of this city is starting to make me crazy. I've decided I like things small: produce stores, homes, cities, and even people. Smaller is better, I can get my little arms around small concepts. Thinking can be big. Everything else? Small.

I'm going to go be depressed now.