confessions of a flip-flopper

my name is adam morrison and i am a flip-flopper. i feel like i am constantly swinging between two extremes: feeling comfortable and at home here (as in my last post) and feeling completely lost and lonely. a bit of a nostalgic moment last night. getting drunk on the balcony by myself. longing for a dip of skoal, a campfire, miller high life, and my friends. thinking of hunting camp while i listened to chris ledoux. i am sitting here wondering how to balance my desire to make a home for myself in wyoming and my insatiable compulsion to move and push myself into unknown spaces. how do i live two lives that are pulling me in opposite directions?