After a couple of years of wondering around I´m starting to feel the pleasures of stability.

In wich way?

Well I´m making friends.

A city it´s a bit like a boat and a bit like a port.
A boat because you feel pleasurably stuck on it.

A port because people comes and goes, but keep coming back decently in time.

and then they are still your friends

Some time when I write something like this I ask myself wheter I´ve already read it somewhere.