Like really cool people who have done a million cool things in their life, like work for Time and Life magazine, win the Monte Carlo 500 car race, win over 200 Emmy awards, be a spy in world war 1. There should be some deal where if you do enough cool things in your life, then you have earned immortality and you can stick around and keep doing really cool things and never have to go.
Time is but a figment of the imagination when you go bouncing from place to place to place. It seems as if time zones have ceased to exist in their entirety, or at least are no longer applicable to me. I exist in my own sort of time zone with just a few human check points along the way of each day: sleep somewhere between the hours of 11 pm and 8 am, 2-3 sizeable meals a day, and a shower. I’ve learned to redefine time by northern bound road trips and how fast a jump from a water fall lasts, and how many family members I have to meet and greet, and the length of time it takes to zip up a cocktail dress. I’ve learned to measure in the time between I wake up and you wake up, in text messages a day, in the amount of tall city skyscrapers divided by the sparkling lights of a desert by night subtracted by the number of waves that hit the shore as you drive pizza from one place to another. I only know time as grandma shopping trips, and pool parties, and nights where I can’t drive home, and welcoming families, and improvised comedy, and zip-lines, and s’mores, and over priced taxis, and mini shampoos, and new week-long friends, and airports, and cheesy souvenirs, and nights with a bed to myself, and only just 4 more days until you.
Even though I have been lucky enough to have already visited and seen so amazing places in this world, I’m tired of just looking at them on pinterest. I want to go. I want to travel. Now.
I hate goodbyes. Even just the temporary ones. I hate endings. I hate the end of the year. I wish that home and home could merge into one. “Home is wherever I’m with you” yes this is true. But you is more like you and you and you and you and so can’t we all just be together somewhere where it’s warm and not hot and where there’s sun and a little rain and a beach and an in-n-out burger and a bed just big enough for two. That’s all I ask. Don’t make me leave.:(