All I ever wanted to do was be a drifter. I wanted to walk somewhere unmapped and uncharted. And not because I was an explorer or because this would be some profound expedition, but just because I wanted to wander and marvel at my solitude.
It wasn't because I felt sorry for myself, because I didn't. Pity was for people with far too much time on their hands and I was always running on empty when it came to time.
I liked to read magazines from back to front and I thought myself inferior for that and many other traits. And I thought that going away for awhile would fix these bad habits of mine.
And I thought that maybe this once, just this once, I could let the optimism sink right into my bones without the guilt riding tandem.
All I ever wanted was a home of my own, if for no other reason to break in my running shoes.
We should all drift along smelling the flowers along the way!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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