I honestly,
honestly,
don’t feel like myself anymore unless I’m
1) Traveling. Moving. Alone with all the strangers in the world.
2) At home.
No. 2 is soon to be moot. I’ll have a hometown, but not that home, the one that made me, anymore.
So I only have No. 1. And I feel like it’s unhealthy, as much as I love it.
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