
i somehow acquired many friends who travel. constantly. home, gone, home, gone gone gone. some that live here, some that don't. sometimes it doesn't matter because i see them just the same. it's ironic sort of as i am always home sick. i can't be in the moment. i am always thinking about the past or the future, missing things or people or places. time is just passing by me. i am working on changing this, i want to be here now. it's an exhausting way to be. whenever i leave, which is much more rare that it used to be i just want to be home. it took me a long time to feel like seattle was home, i guess it is still sort of happening. i am home sick for california constantly, for growing up, for memories, for the care-free sort of girl i was when i lived there. and these friends who are gone just want to be home, and when they are home they want to be gone. i have felt this way for years without really going anywhere. why is it always better when it's not what we have? i just want an anchor.









