I Don’t Care Where I’m Going, I Just Want You With Me

I’ve always like routine. Even as a child, I wanted things done a certain way. And if I found something I loved, I wanted it all the time. Same ice cream flavor. Same restaurant. Same vacation spot.

Some would see this is boring, but I’ve always liked things that were safe. I don’t need wildness. My anxiety is always dialed to a constant 7, so adrenaline is not a thing I’m in need of.

I don’t care about backpacking through Europe. I don’t care about seeing extraordinary sights and adding stamps to my passport. Those things all sound nice, don’t get me wrong. But they aren’t necessary to me.

I don’t care so much where I am, it’s who I’m with.

I could spend the rest of my life in the same small apartment with you, going to our regular coffee shop, watching the same shows on Netflix over and over.

For me, the adventure is not about location. It’s about experiencing things together. It’s you and me vs. the rest of the world. Bonnie and Clyde, Thelma and Louise. But you know, let’s not die like that.

Right now, life feels so fleeting and temporary. We’re both going in so many directions, but also fear we’re secretly running in circles. Maybe it’s just part of being in our 20s. Or maybe it’s being human.

We never know exactly where we’re going.

But as long as it’s with you, I’ll be happy. I can handle whatever the road throws so long as you’re sitting in the passenger seat, helping me navigate.