one week: so near yet so far. i'm happiest when i'm traveling; i have always been about the journey. on long car rides i often find myself feeling slightly disappointed when we slow down, pull in, stop, park. there's something about the way the landscape rushes by outside the window, the way all the lights blur together at night, the way that if i crane my head back and look straight up, it feels like i'm flying.
a week from now i'll fly to boston and in my head i can almost see the dotted lines on the map, tracing my progress on this roundabout little trip from here to pensacola. i'm practically itching for it. i'm excited for reunions, excited for big cities and nice meals and sleeping in. i feel like i've been holding my breath for the past few months and i'm finally going to exhale.
new life's gonna start and here i am.
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