6.6.16

Floating










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I love to be in transit.

Maybe not always—I have moments of domestic goddesshood, I own furniture and kitchen appliances—but for now. Often, even. I never feel more myself than when adrift. In a home that's "mine," in a job or school or relationship, expectations chafe.

My life could be read as one long effort to resist definition.



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