A Moving Home

I feel kind of sorry for sharks. Ever since I learned that they have to keep swimming all the time, never resting, I’ve been wondering what it would be like to live without a house. Even homeless people have regular places they go to lay their heads. But sharks just have to keep moving, like a drifter that can never decide to change their lifestyle. They would never get to experience the joy of buying a new house or finding the perfect property conveyancing that makes the whole process so simple. There’s nothing greater than getting the keys to your new house.

Sharks don’t have that. I suppose other fish don’t either, on account of not having money, or property, or keys. But that’s beside the point. Sharks don’t even have a coral reef to call home. Strangely, that means the ones in captivity have the closest thing to it. I suppose like the lone gunslinger wandering into an old western town, they fare better without returning to the same place every night.

I’ve been looking for the best conveyancing service around Richmond because I do think it’s time for a change in my own life. My house is starting to feel old, and it’s draining me. I need something fresh. A change in scenery, a change in neighbours, maybe even a change in job. I know that it’s probably me that’s the problem, not any of those things, but I can’t help it. Part of me wishes to be like the shark. I could just stay in a different hotel each night, never returning to the same place. I’m not sure that kind of life is for me, though. I like stability, and a different bed every night is about as far from that as you can get. So, I think I’ll just move to a different suburb. That sounds like the more logical solution, even if I have changed suburbs three times in the last year.