i’m getting out of this city for a little while. not long, just enough to get quick tastes of a place i know i love and a couple of places i think i will. i’m two days beyond an out-of-control week, and just can’t get it through my head that something i’ve waited long for is really happening.
it’s a restrained kind of freedom, though, because of course i’ll come back to all the same routines and responsibilities. it’s just a breather. and i love my life, i do. but sometimes i find it tempting: the idea of just completely running away. i’m not good at abandoning things — i maintain connections long and deep and for god’s sake, it’s my vacation and i’ve already checked my work email four times. i wish i knew how to let go.