On here and there

On here and there

There is a feeling I get in the pit of my stomache when I know I am about to leave a place. My mind, heart, body, and soul are all torn in different directions and pull me out to all ends of my own personal universe.

No matter how much I have romanicized the relativity of distance in the past I finally give in to admitting the faults in it's entirity. We are meant to live our lives surrounded by the people that we love and the people who love us. It's as simple as that and as not-so-simple all at once.

As I look forward at the coming month of May and heading back east creeps up on the horizon it feels weird. And weird is the only word I can find to accurately describe the feeling. I don't want to leave but I do and I must. It would be selfish not to. 

Connecting the dots on a map from here to there to here again is a dream. At night I picture the people and places I love here and there to somehow intertwine and weave together. Sometimes they dance together or live up the steet and yell goodmornings to eachother on the way to work . I dream of the day our toothbrushes will be in the same toothbrush holder on the sink. In my dreams miles don't exist in the way they do in the real world. Seeing you doesn't cost me 40$ and I spend that money on buying vegetables. 

All of life is a dream however. Never wish it away. Some of the best moments of your life will happen when you're about to leave a place. The coming and the going is a sign of change. Be happy for what is to come. Love from close up and far away and in every in-between in the process. I have made myself a perfect little life here.

and there.

and wherever I end up next.

Spring 2015 (a few months before I first left for California)

Spring 2015 (a few months before I first left for California)

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