Just pack up my life and go to the next place.
I have done this a few times - and you'd think you'd get over being moved around - and having to start up again but I honestly, love it.
I am the carefree type - or at least I try to be. I'm just too anxious. Always.
I expect the worst to happen most of the time, and as for being positive, what does that even mean?
Being blissfully ignorant is one thing - but when you see the hurt out there - how does one stay innately happy?