Growing roots, gathering dust?

I just suddenly realized something. Literally out of nowhere it occurred to me that I'm perfectly content with my surroundings and my life. (Ok, I mean the basic conditions. I could always have a little bit more money and a little bit more time with loved ones etc., but anyways.)

I'm so used to yearning for action, new places, socializing, things to do that I assumed this was the case behind my slight gloominess this time, as well. But I just realized it's quite on the contrary. I'm tired. I long for routine, every-day life, familiar people and places.

Nothing wrong with that at all. For this one, fleeting moment, I have just what I need. It'll go away, I know, and probably too soon, too...