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June 27, 2016
Yarmouth, ME, USA
I woke up in a new house again this morning and once more I feel uprooted and pulled out of the ground. I look out of the bedroom window and see the streets of what all of a sudden feels like a foreign country. Once more I feel like an alien, like I don't belong. Just for the blink of an eye.
And suddenly I realize that I have been running away from myself for my whole life.