truthful tuesday
I’m an arrival/departure junkie.
There’s really nothing sweeter than coming back to a place I left a year ago. Fights and grievances evaporate, everything appears shiny and new, and I find myself appreciating details I might never have noticed if I lived here all the time. People are happy to see me, and instead of uncomfortable conversations about what I’m doing to make a living, we chat about my fabulous tan.
One of these days I’ll have to settle down. Pick a country and stick with it for a few consecutive years. Like a grownup.
But not yet.




