If you know me then you probably are aware that I have this thing about moving. I need to do it. When I was a kid I rocked. Not just in a chair, but everywhere. I could rock in bed, in the car, on the couch; it didn’t matter as long as I was rocking. I have never figured out what causes it but I know that I feel much more at east when I am in motion. Stillness is like nails on a chalkboard for me. Even still air drives me crazy, which is why for the longest time I have had a fan running in my room and now my wife and I’s room year around. I will go back to the air thing in a moment.

To this day I still rock. Not as much as I used to but even as I write this at the office I am rocking. I do it all day. I used to have a rocking chair at my previous apartment and sometimes when I didn’t have anything to do I would turn some music on and just rock… for hours. It has always relaxed me, calmed me down. I would rock myself to sleep in my chair and then wake up and climb into bed. At the time, before we were married, Anna used to always scold me for falling asleep in my chair and now that we are married I fall asleep like normal people do.

Like I said, I still have the fan. Hotels drive me crazy. I usually will turn the air on and keep the fan on. The silence that occupies a hotel room without it is maddening. I feel better in an office when the air conditioning turns on. I am just not ok with nothing.

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