We were once those people that lived out in the woods in a double-wide trailer.
2. He doesn’t believe in vocally admitting emotion or affection.
I didn’t realize up until that point that I had been singing “That Lucky Old Sun” and crying for the entire walk home from the train station.
On Independence Day in 2011, I was down in Austin visiting a college friend; only recently has he come clean with me saying that he noticed that New York had transformed me, it had sharpened me — perhaps too well.
It’s never about just being where we are, it’s always where we go next. But those “greater” things we look to achieve are never the things that matter, and so we’re always left emptier than before.