Jul 24, 2018
She calls to me. Although she is different from what I am used to, where I grew up - I can’t help but be intrigued. “He gets bigger every day,” she says, “You would too if you were here.”
I think she’s right. Maybe I hope she’s right. Maybe I need her to be. Still, I am hesitant, but she waves me over like an old friend, despite us only meeting once or twice. I envy her carefree attitude and the way she invites all sorts, unlike the way the place I call home coaxes with inclusivity but reeks of greed and gasoline.
“I can’t help you from all the way over there!” she yells, “What have you got to lose?” and really, I’m not quite sure. I only wish that he would follow me, leaving all of this behind.