The axis of survival

I feel like I've spent a lot of my life searching. Job. Home. Love. The axis of survival. The trinity of happiness.

Since leaving school I've been on a series of job contracts. Some impressive, some simply necessary. I'm good at what I do…maybe just not as good at the game. On the hunt for satisfying full-time employment.

Since leaving home I've rented a series of apartments. Some outstanding, some simply shelter. I've had a wonderful roommate for 3 years, but now it's time to go it alone. On the hunt for my condo.

Since forever I've mostly been single. Mr. Canon was an exception to my consistent status of solitaire. I liked the digression, but he wasn't IT. On the hunt for a good guy with a mean piggyback.

The parallels are scary. Having an idea of what I want but trying to keep an open mind. Waiting for that feeling. Finding the 'one' and then losing it to someone else. Security being the prime motivator.

I'm on the market. I'm in the market. I'm over the market. The market doesn't stand a chance!