When you think about it, Moving is a lot like dying. Your life, your friends, your lovers. It doesn't matter once your gone. Eventually your normal routine ends, and life continues on with out you. Then as soon as it does, you remember that the world doesn't revolve around you. The people you knew, well they turn into memories, and in the end, memories are all you ever really had.
I guess having all this alone time makes you learn how to start loving yourself again. You start appreciating yourself, and what you as a person should do with your life. Its silly to just wonder around looking for a purpose when in all actuality the purpose is y