I have found myself, once again, in travel’s limbo and fighting feeling like an open wound. Right now I would maybe compare my heart to that of a bruised plum. Or at least this is what I imagine it resembles, coming undone as a leak oozes from a tender, fleshy spot, one that might perfectly fit the curve of your thumb. Here is my attempt to reconcile this restlessness in the Charlotte airport, several states removed from everyone I love. My apologies for wanton self-pity in advance, for I am just sad today.
On Travel and Oversharing
On Travel and Oversharing
On Travel and Oversharing
I have found myself, once again, in travel’s limbo and fighting feeling like an open wound. Right now I would maybe compare my heart to that of a bruised plum. Or at least this is what I imagine it resembles, coming undone as a leak oozes from a tender, fleshy spot, one that might perfectly fit the curve of your thumb. Here is my attempt to reconcile this restlessness in the Charlotte airport, several states removed from everyone I love. My apologies for wanton self-pity in advance, for I am just sad today.