It was bound to happen – a human can’t possibly move that many times in that many years and have that many major events and job changes and life transitions without, at some point, collapsing under the weight of it all.

So, I’m not sure I should be surprised at the fact that my life began to crumble, slowly losing pieces of itself out from under me like a Jenga tower, waiting for that fateful removal of the one block that was holding it all up.

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