Chatter

“When I was younger, even as recently as a year or two ago, I thought I would live as many places as possible. Now I find that the weight of all the people I can’t pretend I’ll ever see again is breaking my heart and I’m not sure I can bear to make any more places home. Still, desperation tends to strike all of a sudden, with an all-but-irresistible urge to cut off all my hair, to get a tattoo, to get on an airplane, to join the Marines, to do something drastic because this stasis is not in my DNA. Am I explaining this right? The only thing that I want more than to stay here is to be as far away as I can get with a single plane ride.”

THIS. Every day this. Minus the tattoo and the Marines.