There is so little going on; it's almost quaint, if horribly annoying. I'm used to constantly moving and doing something. I think I'd call this "boredom". And then there's the constant reflection going on... Damnit.
We are being shunted around? I'm somehow not surprised. It will be easy enough; I don't possess much in the way of superfluous items. Though, I have yet to look into my work situation. Stalking bounties was quite the easy way of life, before here, but... Hm.
You can hope to have left the oddities and unusual aspects of life behind, but they will follow you everywhere. Occasionally lead you elsewhere as well, it seems.