It's been a while. Life is busy. I killed myself for two months working two jobs. But it felt good to pay off my credit card. I consider myself lucky. Beautiful apartment in a safe town, a job within walking distance, no real plight. It just feels fake. This town as a whole has no neccesity. It doesn't feel like home and I don't know what will fix that except leaving.
"I am a visitor here. I am not permanent."
But I don't plan on leaving for another year. But then what direction do I go? Deeper into DC's sprawl? Back to Shenandoah? North to my roots?
I look out the window and the autumn leaves sooth some of my artificial turmoil. They create a certain painted tranquility. Sometimes that's all I need.
"I am a visitor here. I am not permanent."
But I don't plan on leaving for another year. But then what direction do I go? Deeper into DC's sprawl? Back to Shenandoah? North to my roots?
I look out the window and the autumn leaves sooth some of my artificial turmoil. They create a certain painted tranquility. Sometimes that's all I need.