The Redistribution of Self

I'm sitting in a pub in East London, two steps from my old place.  I'm surrounded by some of the most amazing people that I am lucky to know, who are, by far and away, the greatest friends.  I'm wondering why in hell's name I am leaving London for the second time.  Was moving from London to Paris not difficult enough?

Someone I know recently told me that after all their shenanigans abroad, they wouldn't hesitate to stay put, forever.  I didn't quite understand why, until now.

Packing turns over old skeletons.

 The question is, where to bury them...