But I won't go-o-o

Consistency.

Definitely not something I've had in a while. Not something I've ever really needed.
But when you've been living out of suitcases for years and you finally get to a point where you say 'Hey, wouldn't it be nice to be able to hang a couple pictures on the wall for a while?'- and then you work hard to be able to make that happen- and it does- then you find out that just as you're starting to climb the ladder of normalcy, someone cuts a few rungs from under you again.

Blast.

Maybe normalcy was never really my thing anyway.