Packing again

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It’s been easy packing my things — tanks and shorts to be left here, harems and long sleeves to come with — but packing my heart… no, not at all. Home is not a place, it’s a feeling.

“There is a sense of danger in leaving what you know, even if what you know isn’t much. I feared that if I left it behind, I would lose it and not find anything to replace it. The other reason I didn’t want to go was because I wanted to be the kind of person who stays, who builds a stable and predictable life. But I wasn’t one of the people, nor would I ever be. I had a vision for my life. It wasn’t clear, but it was beautiful.” — John William Tuohu

There’s a bee buzzing around me and angry thunder just rolled in the distance and the water boiler is hissing away and there’s a choc shot stain on my T-shirt and the haze makes the sun look like it’s not there but I know it is and and and I’m rambling, acknowledging every detail, trying to make the present stay for as long as it possibly can because I’m

just

not

ready

to

go

again.

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