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I thought endings for us were always just temporary spots. Because we were permanence in every way. That nothing has ever felt like seeing you get out of the elevator at that hotel, or across a crowded airport.

Home has become a boring, unattractive place full of the same people who complain about and hate what they’re doing for almost all their life but are too afraid to change it and go after what they really want. I left and came back and things were still the same.