And They Flew

I am temporary.

Increasingly, I am becoming the person who is always walking away. I’m the one who’s always leaving people, leaving places, leaving one adventure behind for the next. It’s what I do. I get restless and I move on. Maybe it’s not healthy to always be on the move that way, but it’s inevitable. And so far it is making me very, very happy.

4 November 2009 btw