Is it weird that this isn’t weird?

I’m alone in a stranger’s home and I miss nothing. I’ve spun my first fresh juice of a 3 day fast and I feel like my life must move in this small, quiet direction.

You’d think by now I’d know who I am.

Am I really not figuring it out?

or

am I just changing so rapidly that I can’t keep up?

or

am I just romanticizing this little getaway as if it could ever be real life?

Let’s face it, even if this was home, there’d eventually be dust and laundry and cooking and running out of storage space and litter to scoop.

This is a lovely but unsustainable state of being.

“Create a life you don’t need a vacation from.”

What a bunch of utter bullshit. A completely impossible, unrealistic, and damaging goal. Honestly, if your life doesn’t have its share of pain and heartbreak then you don’t love enough.

Take your moments. Make your temporary escapes. Rest when you need to. But don’t wish away connection.