Waldorf, Maryland is the worst possible place for me to live, considering my mental health.
I can explain.
You see, I am the youngest of seven, and by a long shot. There is a seven year gap between my nearest sister and myself, and when I was born, half of my siblings were teenagers.
So at a young age, my siblings left the nest on to bigger and better things, and I stayed home. They all left. So I developed a little thing called an "abandonment complex." Well, it's not so little. It's pretty large, actually.
When I was a month shy of 18, it was finally my turn to leave the nest and head off for bigger and better things, and I took advantage of it as fast as I could! I attended BYU in the summer term and had a great time.
I also started the weird habit of moving at least every eight months. Something better was always around the corner, after all.
Several years later (we won't go into how many), I'm in Waldorf, Maryland, where, due to the high military and government presence, people move, all the time.
And my abandonment complex has reared it's ugly head. Everybody is moving, and I'm trying to figure out why I'm still here.
I know that utopia is not on the other end of a U-Haul truck. I just do not know how to be perfectly content exactly where I am.