Only Time Will Tell

There is something quite unsettling about unfinished business. So, here it goes. Where shall I go? Or shall I stay here, all warm, comfortable, and sandy? Shall or work or dabble? Work, most definitely. Shall I stay warm and southern, yet slightly isolated? Or, shall I move North, and bear the risk of job failure, noisy neighbors, slushy snow, and frosty winters with an uncertain direction? Or, shall I go West and face a similar fate as if I went North? All this moving about must end somewhere. Usually, I go where the pieces fall, as fate is usually determined by these. Time will reveal my destiny.