“And that night, as I watched the digitized faces of my loves halfway across the country, I knew that I would never stay in one place long. That I would remove myself from each place I went, maybe right as it started to feel like home. That I might plant myself in a plot of land just long enough for roots to take hold, then pull myself up from the earth and keep moving. Despite the pain of each new beginning, and maybe also because of it.”
