Feeling quite the bought of wanderlust. I’ve never really felt it before. I’ve always felt very content where I’ve been, and moving to San Francisco was perfect timing when I started to feel for change. I love it here, but maybe it’s the quickness of everything that’s created this rapid need for difference. Maybe it’s that you, the one I always subconsciously planned to be near, you’ve changed and gone left and left me with shreds of something beautiful dissolving in my mind. Maybe it’s the first time I’ve had to move on, let go. I just want to go somewhere where I feel free.
