I’ll be staying in a ritzy-ass hotel tomorrow night, in Chicago. I fucking miss that place. I have such weird memories, too, of Chicago. If you were to consolidate all my memories of Chicago, and squeeze them into a box, open the box, and watch, you’d be fucking blown away by the bizarre symphony of thoughts that is my Chicago.
I’m kind of scared to go to Seattle. Scared, frightened, exhilarated, and anxious all the same time. I’d imagine this is what a high school graduate feels like right before heading off to college far away. Only I know what to expect. That fucks things up.
I want to feel life. That sounds strange, but that’s what I want to do. I don’t want to spend my life sitting complacently at the helm of actually LIVING and EXPERIENCING.
Seattle is my first stop. I’ve come to the conclusion that, for better or worse, I can’t stay in one place too long. The intoxication of constantly being in a new situation is too alluring and enthralling for me to just shrug off as “a phase” in my life.
Who knows though? In twenty years I’ll either be figuratively hopping trains, or I’ll be peacefully trapped somewhere, content with familiarity and blandness.
